Lyrics Buffalo State Of mind - Che Noir

Nights at the telly I'm plottin' up on my next check
Flowin' the sickest, I just took that shit off a bed rest
Vibin' out while the old Jigga bumpin' outta my headset
I know these niggas wondering who gon' become the vet' next
Name a, sicker nigga from the ghetto, I rise
Pick out the blind to see them niggas bustin' metals outside
Stretchin' on pies, bet I'mma rise
It was hard to see the light but we had our eyes set on the prize
Granny prayin' 'cause we livin' in sin
A real boss put his niggas in the position to win
But it was tough, the conditions we in
Not from the riches and glitz
Either movin' them bricks tryna put food in the fridge
Or you strippin', bet she takin' any option for the money, nigga
Hit the pole she pick it up and drop it like a clumsy nigga
Or you on the field tryna make it to the league
Or you workin' 9-to-5 tryna make a lil' green
Paint a picture when your pops gettin' set up in traffic
Your mama only piece of mind is in the medicine cabinet
The way the system set up is tragic
So it's good to see my brother in a cap and gown instead of a casket
Was a set up that happened, the get I bread up is habit [?]
'Cause the crackers try to tell us that we never would have it
It was hard, we were fed up with lackin', never settle for average
I'm thinkin' when I lay my head on the mattress
Bein' broke gave me a different vibe, name a chick as sick as I
These rappers spittin' lies,
These bitches know they couldn't go
Head-to-head; I'm a different height
Yeah I need a Arizona and a trip to Chi'
It's Buffalo, New York
Front porch, gettin' high as the murder rate
Gun shuts couple houses down where they serve the 'yay
Granny in church they sayin' we gotta learn how to pray
There's a young soul leavin' this Earth today
These young girls givin' it up, to these niggas with bad intentions
They schemin' for pussy, they ain't lookin' for daddy's blessin'
He GPS to her house but these boys lackin' direction
They're gettin' raised in the system and get harassed and arrested
This the, Empire state, the finer state ain't got no time to waste
Supplyin' weight ain't the only way to acquire cake
But he see these niggas with chains so he gon' find a way
What you expect when you throwin' food at a lion's gate?
He never had a chance; both his parents up in the pen'
He workin' a 9-to-5 but embarrassed to tell his friends
He converted to the streets but got caught carryin' a Uzi
Went to jail as a Christian came out wearin' a kufi
I got a, pocket full of dreams, how can I achieve?
Fuck the fame, I'm just tryna bring profit for the team
Never actin' off emotions; usin' logic when I speak
It's real you can hear my stomach growlin' when I speak
Mobbin' with the team, climbin' for the dream
We not stoppin; pops was a rollin' stone, couldn't hold his own
Time is underrated, man, I can remember days
House party at the crib we just wanna be kids and play
Kids chasin' [?] dice game in the street
Niggas sell you a dream but the price change now is cheap
Nights came waitin', my life changed in a blink
Crime rate on a steep, mind frame on defeat
Nowadays these bitches ain't got no privacy with it
Get the cake, I play with numbers like a lottery ticket
As a kid my pops told me a valuable old lesson
He told me the dream free but the hustle is sold separate, yeah