Lyrics Comrades (The Language) (feat. mvx, Agee Flame & Hejai Beats) - 724x , The Neverending Mixtape

Blood cousins doing time in the dozens
That's why I tread lightly, got the whole block buzzing
I seen Dolph get popped at the cookie shop
I seen Pop get popped, no one took his spot
Niggas really dying for the disrespect
When I get a check, getting straight up out this spinning wreck
Price hike up, it seems it's just to spite us
Wonder when the drones coming through to straight wipe us
Treated like al-Qaeda in my home state
So we keep a couple batters on the home plate
I ain't saying Black Panthers are in full effect
Cause if we get a local chapter, better check your neck
Fuck jail, man the judge don't even want bail
Get into it with Johnny, that's a blunt tale
Y'all gon push me to hommy like I'm Mach
Never sold crack but the snowfall is back

I'm from the era where they pitch rocks off the stu
Fucking hoes in the hallway, smoking dope on the roof
Niggas aim for the truth, nah
Aim it at your coupe hit your medulla
With that fucking deuce deuce
Take another bubble hit your knees muthafucka
Miss Elaine called the cops, they yelling freeze muthafucka
Me muthafucka? Oh please muthafucka
I scream off, my nigga Corey squeeze off three muthafucka
That's five for the run, five for the gun
Five for the punch that's fifteen muthafucka
I die before I let them niggas box me in a cell
Did dirt amongst the soil so a nigga never tell
I'm from New York
Yeah we was raised in the Bronx
Surgical with the shit, yeah my niggas raising hawks
38, fours, fives, nines, AKs beside of me
Numbers on my plate, thought a nigga hit the lottery

Self-reflection breeds self-correction
But caressing one's ego skew the self perception
Complexity in the brain matter
Many facets of passive
Come correct you'll retrain bladders
Pissing people off like the American dream
My roads ain't golden beholden to samaritan fiends
This garrison bleeds
Soldier's dead on the sidelines in a fight for survival
See these modern advancements retrograded to tribal

And it's always the same shit, bang or get banged bitch
Ain't nobody give a fuck if i'm living in anguish
Me and the streets starting to speak the same language
Cause before i pick the phone up and answer i already know
It's 3am another life vanished
I already know they want my soul so I can't panic
I'm already cold but I know the game is Icelandic
I just made another 10 from the stars I be dancing
Tryna get away from the booth
Cause trespassing in the trap just get me closer to you
I feel like rapping, laying tracks is only something to do
Until a nigga get fed up with my success and they shoot
Then it don't matter who I am or who I was
I'm a product of the system so why should I give a fuck My whole life all I cared about Was Blues so on the way down
Instead of seeing old friends and playgrounds
I'm hoping that my last shipment make it through