Snowgoons, Vibez - South Carolina Struggle lyrics

In my city blocks we got
Projects that's one story
Watch the pit walk with no leash
And hold a gun for me
Kids get knocked by police and
Get a drug story
Smokin' weed, running the streets
Saying "Fuck authority"
Sellin' trees at thirteen
I got a hustle story
Moms broke her back when I'm twelve
I got all hungry
Ball done struggle for so many years
And I love her for it
Made me to the man that I am
And I hug her for it
Even though these streets are concrete
We in the jungle forest
Ghetto girls all over the
World having sons aborted
Locked us up, throw us in cuffs
Wе can't afford a lawyer
Devils with high school levеls now
Are appointed for ya
That's how it is in SC streets
You got to hug the corner
Just to make twenty five G's
With one hundred quarters
A grim fate buried on Old State
And run up on your
Third shift, Dark Syndicate, columbian kids

'89 around the time that Pops left
Now we gotta go move to the projects
Section 8 sometimes jobless
Mom stressed out plus me and my
Brother got some hard heads
Forced to make an earning at Arnett's
A street conquest with bomb
Threats to Congress
Who got the longest, arms leave you harmless
We in the hood ducking cops with the convicts
Them big dunts is filled with chronic
The streets in South Carolina ain't harmless
We catch you sleepin', the guns the alarm
Kid
Poverty stricken, stomach touching our ribs
Stray cats and garbage
Forty ounces of porridge
We on the run for a warrant
Lot of weight on my shoulders
Feel that I'm the dopest
MC, you other rappers is hopeless
Stay focused, overdoses of corrosive notions

Traveled footsteps along the path
Of righteousness we follow
In the gutter with broke mothers
Can't sleep their stomachs hollow
Our father holds up the bottle
Sipping away his dreams
Won't bother to hear his
Sorrow, we slipping away, it seems
With my hunger to get
The cream, selling trees, rocking the mic
At times seems out of my reach
Stay strong for the fight
Snowgoons put us on
I thank the earth for that
For real word is bond
Put Columbia on the map
South Cack metro where the crackheads roam
Dodge the Richland County hogs 'til
They bustin' in your home
Guns drawn, found we livin' in a school zone
You can't escape it
Everywhere it's the same old song
Sip on the Patrón and
Try relieving some stress
But in the Dirty South
Seems like everybody's racist
South Carolina
You see a church on every block
The Bible Belt
We stay ducking white conservative cops
Feel me from city to city
We struggling ridin' for this paper
And you know we're pulling capers
South Cack is gonna shine
And you know I'll keep it humble
But I gotta keep a hustle
And I'm gonna try until the
Day I close my eyes (eyes)