The Fight - ¡MAYDAY!

We out on our own

Fighting the good fight

The nights have been cold

But it still feels right

We on we on our own

Fighting the good fight

We on we on our own

Fighting the good fight

Twerk it, twerk it, for a livin' 'till it’s all black hearses

One time for my bloodline, two times for my hurtles and my cosigns

3 times for the potion, passed by a mystic hypnosis

Think I got it from my daddy, who done got it from his pops

Granny was a widow by the time he dropped

And I make it look so easy

Girl back home telling me, «you don’t need me»

Ain’t nobody gon' feed me

Gotta pyramid to build, that nobody else will

But I do it for the thrill of the kill

The free meals, I would do it if I didn’t see bills and that real

I gotta couple hands I could’ve dealed, but I yield

A believer to the end, I’ma run this mine field

Ah yes

Only time will stand a tests

I’m surrounded by opulence and blinded by material things

Can’t see the fangs in they mouth

It’s like I’m workin' in a haunted house

Minimum wage gotta scare my way out

Wolf man bout shave and bounce

If the fight worth fighting better get them guns

Cause they don’t fight fair when they hunt us down all one by one

Gotta gang load of ammo, 'bout to blaze like Rambo

Some will call me a vandal, but I got my own angle

This life’s a gamble

This is grown folk music

But I drink like a teen with a fake ID, when he know he not supposed to use it

Chalk it up to the blown excuses

This is for the late night, make right

Grinding up another piece of steak might take like

Too much time for me to make my mind up

And finally wanna back up off the break lights

If you need me to be that good fight, then I pack a Rubin carter

You can lock me away, but untill I get to say;

I’mma do me harder

Fist to the sky like the millionth of man

They been guilty in the land

I’m beginning to demand

Just a little bit of sentiment when idiots are dripping all the sizzle out the

pan

Fried, last night I had a dream I died

But wouldn’t you know I had a smile so wide

You could divvy it up amongst the whole damn tribe

Well that’s live, the ground been shaking like 9.5

Doing 95 out on the 95

She let me live my life, I give her all my mind

Heart, body and soul

Take time just to party and reload

Good fighters gotta start it up and go

When Bacardis in the bowl and you tryna' lock a goal

Or 3 or 4, we be at war, with a greedy whore

In a bleeding corpse

When we only tryna' live life, nice type, right, with an even score