Chaos E

Yeah, man. For all the niggas that came up like me. Grew up in the chaos. Right. All the niggas that seen the shit I seen. Right. Felt the shit I felt. Young king and I'm back rocking. Traumatized, big rooms, I still tap my back pockets. Slow progress to crack, whole process can't slack. Hood hot, more degrees, but it's no college. Right. I lucked out, my clover had four leaves. I been skipping every breakfast for me to get More cheese. At the bar, only time that you'll Hear "Poor me." Put your hands together for the Angel in the land of devils. We all dirty, ain't here to exchange a shovel. I can't blame a nigga looking at nothing and Making double. Biggie told me when the pockets were Double, it come with trouble. All of my niggas huddle till we Fortune 5-double O. Corner store sub, hot chocolate or a butter Roll. Winter winds coming slow, sharpen up the Cutter soul. You know we-Grew up in the Chaos. Miss an exit, it's another toll. Family wouldn't come to my crib because they mother Know, or they thought they did. Hope a stray never caught your crib, and if Them niggas missed, then we right back on the Strip to feel we all did. Grew up in the chaos. Right. I start this verse off by saying we All African. What Heaven called us saying our hoods, They won't matter then. Fathers left youngins to fight for true masculine. No standing at the tabernacle praying, but everybody Pray on my knees yelling, "Father, stretch my bands So I can put the hood on without Ku Klux Klan." And these daughters having daughters Wasn't part of the plan, but we don't look Inside they heart before we all in they pants. From the womb to the tomb, it's a cycle. Never been to Paris, but I swear I seen The Eiffel. And our idols is the kingpin, so We move like disciples on the block all night Long, trying to be as rich as Lionel. Deciding what the choice is when the voice is In your head to either pick up the pencil Or feed these niggas the lead. Either way I'ma kill 'em. Either way I'm concealing. One could lead me to hell and one could Lead me to heaven. I'm feeling like peace a Part of me, excuse me for my artistry. Pain the game give me will always be a Part of me. Got the biggest heart in me, But love ain't shown. When personalities clashing, chrome meets chrome. The block don't know no Rome, so their patience Runs thinner. I'm hungry still, it's youthful, why They taking one's dinner? Man, gotta forgive 'em. I get 'em because I is them. Five percent tend to hide the knowledge and the Wisdom. I wish well and hope these lines could Make big sales, expand and reach the Johns, the Kwans, and Ashley Tisdales. Before Super Mario, I seen niggas send shells. Seen niggas swimming, they drown off of the fish Scale. Woo. So with words I'ma excel. I got a point of power, you niggas should Know my intel. I write like a pimp pal Or a nigga in the pen writing letters to His fam on when he coming home again. It's in, uh. Grew up in the chaos. Nigga. Yeah. Yeah. Yo, yo. Look, I can't see 'em coming down my eyes. Too much trauma to process. I still hear shots in my sleep, police, Ambulance sirens. Every other day a nigga dying. 28 and crying about shit that used to happen Way back. Big boys don't cry, auntie used to Say that. Now I'm walking round bottled up, I need a release. And plus they just buried My pops last week. Got a notebook, start jotting, couldn't stop it. Realized I had skill, my classmates like, "Stop it." You know I-Grew up in chaos. Smoked my first black when I was 12, nine Years old when the strap was first held. Wanna fit in, mama said, "Boy, act like yourself." But that won't give me bitches, man, I'm gon' Need some help. I didn't know being me was Enough. I thank God for change, now being me Isn't tough. Shit. Growing up, my scenery a bunch Of B&Es and RIPs on a shirt, but this Ain't no Yeezy tee. Just the memories of ones We lost to the streets and health complications too, Look what they giving us to eat. Suicide on they mind, 'cause where I'm from dying Easier than trying to survive. Don't get caught up in they lies. You know who they is. Skin pale, got all The intel. I grew up in the chaos that They made for us. My great-granny cleaned houses for White folks. My auntie would go with her. I know they mad them fuck niggas free just Like GloRilla. Taught us how to hate ourselves. Get the fathers out the home. Women, act like you don't need a man. Break the women down. She don't listen, then you Beat her. Held it in for a while, was Younger when I seen it. Blessed with a ticket Out the hood, a gift that not many understood. Working 24/7, 365, no days off. Running from my trauma and this chaos, nigga. Grew up in the chaos. Yeah. Ay. Yeah, yeah. Grew up in the chaos.