Lyrics What We Got - T.B.T

Candle lights, rolling dice
In my ghetto that's the way we ride
Through the night we got to fight
Tryna live right with what we got
Say what we got
What we got
Tryna live right with what we got
Say what we got, what we got
Tryna live right with what we got

Hold up, hold up
Let me see your hands
Fuck you officer this is where I stand
I'm a ghetto cowboy in this broken land
You can chain me up, you better catch me man
No justice no peace
No you can't see that you're dangerous on the first degree
We intoxicated from all the drugs that you fed to us
And sold to us, I'm agitated and I'm going to cuss
'Cause on my way to work I missed my bus
So fuck your trust 'cause we on our own
We all neglected, no love is shown
We blown away another homicide (homicide)
When people fight back so many die
But I'm rolling with my homies 'cause they can never own me
Forever we the truth
We don't deal with any phonies
Uh, 'cause in my city we hurting (hurting)
My ghetto is burning
Uh, so in my city we hurting (hurting)
And my ghetto is burning
So let me guide you with my words
Yo, we surviving the last meal together yo

Candle lights, rolling dice
In my ghetto that's the way we ride
Through the night we got to fight
Tryna live right with what we got
Say what we got
What we got
Tryna live right with what we got
Say what we got, what we got
Tryna live right with what we got

Uh, with the rising sun I go to sleep
I ain't worried 'bout shit I've done this week
I been hustling and grinding for the past two years
Stuck in motion but corrosion was hitting me as I sleep
Now peaks was heels breakers as the feeling was growing
I didn't really know the struggle 'til I got older
Overthinking got me sinking off the shit I've been building
But it's not the answer son 'cause it ain't never been given
For a kid to grow up, naturally
That's why I might blow up like naphthalene
I'm past this dream
This theme is a cry from the heart
So get your ass up and take a step out the darkness
Energy should be harnessed
When you ain't at your sharpest
Promise you gon' stay honest
And harvest when the sun rises

Candle lights, rolling dice
In my ghetto that's the way we ride
Through the night we got to fight
Tryna live right with what we got
Say what we got
What we got
Tryna live right with what we got
Say what we got, what we got
Tryna live right with what we got