Oscar Blesson - Page 28 lyrics

Lil younging thuggin' fucking with the laws
Benefitting from his flaws
Coming home to support
Momma on her knees, praying to the lord
I hope he makes it out
On the corner pushing ziplocks like flyers
The cops is anti bias if
You're dark behind the attire
Supply em with the joints and
Make them feel yo' fire
He's prone to a random check
Doing anything to get his check
Shit is not correct man

But the money gon' get me fly
And the honeys gon' come through
And the money gon get me by
Now I'm watching out for slick dudes
Crook moves
Seekin' for the bad intentions in a person
Trust issues, but steady out lurking by
The corner sto', is the only thing I know
Fiends passing through I'm screaming blow
My smoke for me
Toke for me please, got to reach my quota
Hustling innocent immigrants evident
Money that should be going to their children
Pain is never lingering, I'll sell
You some lines of dope, fake signs of hope
It could get you a lift
We both fiend for the rush
We both need to get lushed up
I know my momma crying bout
Me whipping with the baking
But what's breakfast without bacon?

Everday I go to sleep
Think about the bullet that'll put
My son to sleep
In these streets where the freaks dwell
Casualties of the paper trails
I don't want him to wake up in hell
With no story to tell
Was tryna show him options
But he wouldn't listen
Who you foolin' we from Oslo
They go from their eyes low, powder for
The nose, further we go, heroin, gravestone
Have you seen your big folks turn
Into fiends with no features
Future Opaque like my labelmate
Have your own take on this, take on this
Have your own take on this
Think about the woman that put
Her life in risk
Tropical bussin' with the camera
Doing his thing
I'm busy rapping, tryna get the bling
I might die, I might live
But what’s life living without yo kidz