BRVK(BRAK) - CVRDBXRK3Y(CARDBURKEY)

RADIO LOS SANTOS






[verse 1]
Liberty city, such a gritty place
Always the place to find base heads
And me always collecting bread
To seeing the own dead filled with led
Seen too much body bags like a mortian
Heard the neighbor say "Bitch get back in the kitchen"
Whisin' i'd grow up with a better home
I used to live on the bottom floor
Played the WU, chilling with my homie Blu', such a fool
At everday shit would be cool
Always thought swinging swords was dope, and sold coke
Till some little nigga took the stash
Matter afact, Blu ran fast to find the kid hiding behind the trash can
Close to the building lobby, kid thought he had the last laugh
We watched until everbody left the streets
Blu took his heat, and I watched death for the first time
Little shawty was at the wrong place at the wrong time
Guess that's how it goes for the life of organzied crime.

[verse 2]
I was feeling mad pressure
couldn't choose whether to snitch or not
All I want is to be Porter like my man money man Rich
I got a kick out of this type of life
For selling ice, almost like Namond Brice
I got arrested twice
One more strike, and it's 25 to life
I ain't gonna turn to the sucidual knife
I let a long laugh, feeling like I was close to going to hell
Plus I got no money for bail
I got time to do in school, but not in jail
Went back to the crib, saw the man Blu reload his colt with another clip
"Yo we leaving", was what he was speakin'
The truth I felt to tell, but is it worth it going to a cell?
Cartels are hard to understand,
marcel couldn't help me here
He's in a different situation
It's crazy how life ends so easy for that kid, but when is it my turn
We all want to earn money, but this is the way i gotta do it.

[verse 3]
Five weeks have gone by, I was in the prison phone hearing moms cry
She said,"good bye" I'll probably never see her again
It hurts because I care more about cocaine then family
I became a product of the drug trade, but it ain't too late for me
I actullay could go back to school, if i had quit the game
I ain't got nobody to blame for my mistakes
I'm living rich, but unhappy how i make my cash
Shit that was a blast to tell, about my past that had to do with stash
I wanna be a baller, but sometimes i wonder why do i even bother
I hope I impact some kids
the only real chance of money for the ghetto is a lottery ticket
I went from rags to riches, to seeing cold shit in a split
I ain't never left yet, bet i'm thinking so I/
took my bags and went to a new life, maybe i'll find a good wife
In the city of good women, weed, and weather
What's better then those options
Atleast now I got my second chance to make a come back.

nice man,keep it up ))

*Tremaine bumps his head to the music, cracking a smile afterwards.*
I'd do a featuring with this nig'. He's goin' hard.

((Good one, Micklo. Epic beat too!))