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fastpaper - the system lyrics

[verse 1:dris]
step into my shoes and wear my socks
you’ll probably, sprain your sh-t and die of shock
shake your head as you look at the block
hurry up and do it quick ‘fore your -ss gets popped
i know n-ggas up in them pj’s who take your sh-t while you sleeping in your pj’s
leave your crib like they won a sweepstakes
you just fell victim to a late night raid
any day could be your last
stray shots can rip through you and that hour gl-ss
you got a problem, hurry up and solve them
cause n-ggas bring that drama to your motherf-cking momma n-gga
no wages, leave the sh-ll cases bodies on the pavement another cold case
in the city i grew up in
low tolerance for your f-ck sh-t
leads to some dumb sh-t

[chorus: dris]
what you think you real with that steal
ain’t nothing realer than that cell
what you think you’re large talking hard get hit with a right cross
aight, what you can’t guard n-gga
no skateboard we grind everyday
n-ggas out here tryna get paid
f-ck being a statistic in the system but it’s tough when it feels like something’s missing

[verse 2: fastpaper]
these n-ggas crazy, they walk with cannons and flashing it
you can’t picture how they shoot ya, rugers start blasting sh-t
acting like a model fills you with hollows i must admit
they’ll leave your body hollow your eyes can’t follow the full clip
they start to zoom in, on your family till no others exist
then zoom out, when the cops come about to do their sh-t
and i feel like 5 o starts to give less of a sh-t
when the victim that goes missing is of colored descent
now hold up, in art cl-ss i learned that black is not a color
so why the f-ck you call us colored you contradicting -ss f-ckers
ya laugh behind my back but to my face act like it’s b-tter
ain’t sh-t smooth, i peeped you, f-ck you now p-ss the rubbers
so that i can fold my money and hide it under my covers
i’m taking all that’s ours and rushing it in to tuck her
act up off the goose like its a game and i’ll duck ya
the last one standing out a circle full of suckers

[chorus: fastpaper]

[verse 3: fastpaper]
ayo this sh-t ain’t right
watch your step like the floors wet, these sets keep you on check for scuffing up their nike’s
my flow’s wet, and you on thin ice so if you try to act big you might lose your life
you’re frozen
and i feel like i’ve been choosen
since the day my brother told me to keep my eyes open
you can try to stack your chips but can’t poke him
his hearts to big not even texas can hold him, i fold them
feel like they try to keep us stuck in the hood, but i was always into crewneck sweaters
i pictured life better
some n-ggas get framed for doing crimes that they never
to all my n-ggas thats forced to hustle, keep your head up
dealing with the daily crumbs to try to get they bread up
dodging these f-cking feds just gets a n-gga fed up
they don’t let a n-gga breath i need a pseudoephed’s
clear my p-ssages
like you congested

[chorus]

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