Ransom, Nicholas Craven - 25th Hour lyrics

So how you make it?
Surrounded by niggas who hate to love you
(Damn) you gotta be strong
Takes brawn to break the bubble
Shake the rubble
You not status quo, they say you trouble
Save ya puzzle, place ya bets on me
Let's make it double play with Duffle
Just know what you dealin' with
'Cause God just dealt you a bad hand
And you know that he hate to shuffle
Made to hustle, so what's this about, playa?
You real or a clout chaser?
You in or you out, playa?
Not into idol threats, watch what
You say out ya mouth, hater
I wish a nigga would
But what's livin' without prayer?
I outweigh ya
Save all ya spinnin' the block talk
'Cause look, if you come to one of my homеs
Catch a bullet runnin' that route, playa
Wooo, I'll turn this shit into Al-Qaeda
Brains gonе
You're a computer runnin' without data
These niggas rappin' but without layers
I'm a undiscovered L ron Hubbard
But only hell I covered
Coke in the cabinet, you smell my covers
It's all in my DNA 'cause
In my cell I suffered (Damn)
Yeah, I used to take my mama's salt grinder
That she took from a small diner
Made it all finer bought a vice grip
Then put the press on that white bitch
Compressed that into a tight brick
Chopped it and step back (Wooo)
Yeah, I couple things I failed to mention to
I grew up in a struggle
I had to be unconventional

I was on the land
Not the stand for that money and the power
On the 25th hour
Spend a couple grand on some grams
Tryna get rid of this powder on my 25th hour
Hammer in my trousers
Lookin' for the cowards
They killed my lil' bro
It's time they pushin' up flowers
The 25th hour

Yeah, and when it come to facades (Uh, huh)
I seen 'em all
'cause ain't nothin' new that's
Under the stars (Never)
I sold dope in church
Yeah I did it in front of God
'Cause a nigga think that he blessed
Only when some money's involved
I came with the Desert
That's if you want a mirage (Okay)
The pain is embedded
That's when they want you to starve
Like a body hung on the cross, I'm godlike
Aim kinda funny, but so is Cartwright's
Hit a nigga from far sight
Order my merch and get ya cart right
This from a nigga that had a hard life
Sleepin' under a park light (Let's go)
That shit cut deeper than a sharp knife
A descendant of a slave
So now I'm whippin' that soft white

I was on the land
Not the stand for that money and the power
On the 25th hour
Spend a couple grand on some grams
Tryna get rid of this powder on my 25th hour
Hammer in my trousers
Lookin' for the cowards
They killed my lil' bro
It's time they pushin' up flowers
The 25th hour