1977(Album)

1977(Album) - Pistol Pete/DJ/Clipz/Hollywood Milan

Written by：Sam Brodie

How do you believe in heaven

When eleven in hell

When you were born behind the ball of prisoner's cell

My momma vision see her son into her Gail

Instead into the system sitting in jail

My wisdom is fail cops steal my pit for the bed

I'm on going it if I keep taking sifts in I am

Sh*t got quite you can hear the damn pin drop

Really got stressed at the time ermine drop

Still stressed in on the block I'm wishin' at the rock beside me

I'm on the top mission like f**king hurts

But I gotta keep right in extreme

If flood the paper fold right in extreme

Live my life long gotta do right for my team

So beg for reality for right in extreme

Rightfully seen ni**a look right in that beam

The icing on the top take flight on that cream

Is this the only way to survive just doin' my dirt

No more plans of being wealthy never making it work

I've been a victim of the worst the generational crust

Stuck in hill wall we leave true struggle and hurt

I beat cool your head and I was still live

In the prison

Doing like what is used twenty five in the nails

I'm still on the chance to make it to break into pieces

Do aside to my dumb nation

I had a vision in me and my homey

On the block and living

Everything Ginni men and work make killings

Stain on my halls men tryin' move and ninny man know

For a coming a hall for my livin'

So I was said to watch it

I know I can't trust not too much 'cause this city

Man you can get touch

And tell me you sleep 'n yeah watchin' on your game

And I see god forgive me look hard to attain

But I'm a maintain to feeling like a foe

Stare from a gain stay away from home

I'm a Jud ni**a wants sitting on via there my ni**a

May I see stand tall bore all

Be always about the wind

The worry about the nest I get dividends

I plan known conies men fans to get the poppin

To bully it too

Now let't get your body get in ball

Is this the only way to survive just doin' my dirt

No more plans of being wealthy never making it work

I've been a victim of the worst the generational crust

Stuck in hill wall we leave true struggle and hurt

I beat cool your head and I was still live

In the prison

Doing like what is used twenty five in the nails

I'm still on the chance to make it to break into pieces

Do aside to my dumb nation

As I sit here with his pad in his pants somewhat

Sh*t in my mind I don't know where to begin

Sh*t I start with this war between fellas and friends

How turn into each other just to like fit in

I'm in the kids f**k their mother

When their father said to f**k 'em

And sister f**king brother gets the song has you love 'em

And even trust your uncle he has just know a one dumb

A good m*******a and it how you get love it

So let's back to the truth tell you wanna do

Put it back to the block if your looking for the dew

The one you know the truth

The one you know the sleep end

It do what thing in a money like breathing

Free change hands in the air I'm met f**k wit

I don't care so get me what you got ni**a

And leave it right there

This stat and move in rolling in this stick up

So put in the ground I'll be the one to pick up

Is this the only way to survive just doin' my dirt

No more plans of being wealthy never making it work

I've been a victim of the worst the generational crust

Stuck in hill wall we leave true struggle and hurt

I beat cool your head and I was still live

In the prison

Doing like what is used twenty five in the nails

I'm still on the chance to make it to break into pieces

Do aside to my dumb nation