Slaine, Cyrus DeShield - Off the Sidewalk lyrics

Y'all, this is how you sell
Your motherfucking shit yourself

This is not a overnight story of success
Torn up in the board
Room by corporate executives
This is not a fabricated gimmick or a mimic
I'm a real life image of a
World where the hectic live
Brought up in the streets of purgatory
Living next to sin
Caught up in the beef and murder
Stories were my best of friends
Thought of as some creeps and burglars, boy
We were just testing them
To take our last breath early
I caught a second wind
My heroes, hustlers, fighters, killers
And cons
Ain't none of them had flew with the cape
So with my situation getting grim and
My back against the wall
What was I supposed do to escape?
I moved unit's hand-to hand through dealers
With coke baggies and grams
'Til it started spreading
Throughout the states
With my street marketing plan
The White Man Is The Devil
Laid my foundation down
Now I blew up, it's great
I'm internationally known

I don't mean to break, you know I won't break
Look me in the eye, you know it's my fate
Middle finger in the air
I hear what they talk
But, I could care less
You ain't phasing my wall
All I got is a whole lot of
Time so I focus on the grind
You can hear the heat
Bumping from the sidewalk
I don't trip off none
And y'all can stay fronting
While I make my way off the sidewalk

I walked through this death trap
And never lost my life, my life lost me
I bought the truth and paid with my youth
The price cost me
They want me stabbed to death with a knife
The night's frosty
I stayed up nights and prayed to a
Christ but he might cross me
Dudes is looking at my feet
They wonder what the Nikes cost me
Plus they wanna keep me off the
Ice like I'm Mike Bossy
There's a price in my head
If these guys off me
Five will watch me die from their ride
Sipping iced coffee
The public love it or hate it
Can't keep their eyes off me
I'm a murdering massacre, man
I never die softly
It's way more than my music
This a ruthless product
I'm the toothless prophet
Anybody shoot narcotics
My starvation is a nation
In the shooter's pocket
I planted seeds on planet greed
And I grew the market
You want a war with me? Indeed I
Got a crew to spark it
My legend's getting bigger
Nothing you could do could stop it

I don't mean to break, you know I won't break
Look me in the eye, you know it's my fate
Middle finger in the air
I hear what they talk
But, I could care less
You ain't phasing my wall
All I got is a whole lot of
Time so I focus on the grind
You can hear the heat
Bumping from the sidewalk
I don't trip off none
And y'all can stay fronting
While I make my way off the sidewalk