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lil' azrael - they be shooting people on my block lyrics

[verse 1: lil’ azrael]
they be shooting people on my block, it’s a war zone
youngins strapped up, ain’t no walking home alone
streetlights fl!cker, shadows move in the dark
every corner got a story, every story leaves a mark
hustlers grind, but they’re dodging the flash
blue lights hit the block; they scatter like cash
mama praying every night for her son’s life
but he gripping on the steel, caught in gang strife
lil homie fifteen, but his soul feel forty
lost his innocence fast, now he living unholy
shots echo loud, they speak louder than words
another name on the wall, another family hurt
dreams buried six feet deep, under the ground
but we still walking on the edge, dodging every sound
they say, “get out the game,” but we locked in, no doubt

[chorus: facks on racks]
facks on racks, that’s how we survive (hustle)
every dollar made keeps the dream alive
in the gym, you learn to stay strong
on my block, man, the nights are long
(truth) hits harder than the trigger do
facks on racks, we make it through
from the struggle, the fire we ignite
building empires through the coldest fight
they be shooting people on my block, all night
[verse 2: lil’ azrael]
i’m from a place where the weak don’t last
where you move too slow, and you stuck in the past
gotta keep it pushing, keep your eyes wide
even homies from your set might flip sides
enemies lurking, smiling through the pain
trust is a weapon when it’s used in vain
we fight for survival, nothing ever comes free
the price of peace? blood in the streets
my block like a maze, can’t find a way out
so we hustle through the fear, through the shadow of doubt
ogs preaching, “man, live for the day,”
but tomorrow might not come, we fade away
i’ve seen my homie laid out, face in the dirt
felt the pain of revenge, but it made it worse
now i’m stuck in the loop, a circle of rage
trying to break free, trapped in this in my room
they label us k!llers, but don’t know the truth
we just kids with no options, growing up too loose
life dealt the cards, and the hand’s unfair
but we play to win, no time to spare
my block is my heart; it’s a gift and a curse
in the struggle for freedom, it only gets worse
gunshots ring, they sing like a hymn
every night’s a fight, and the chances are slim
but i keep my head high, even when i’m low
on my block, man, the pain always shows
loyalty tested, it’s a dangerous game
but i ride for my people, i carry their name
they be shooting people on my block, i swear
trying to find peace, but it’s never there
[chorus: facks on racks]
facks on racks, that’s how we survive (grind)
every dollar made keeps the hope alive
(real) hits harder than the trigger do
facks on racks, we make it through
they be shooting people on my block, that’s true

[verse 3: lil’ azrael]
bullets flying, they light up the night sky
every day’s a battle, every soul wonders why
innocent faces caught in the crossfire
dreams burning out, no chance to aspire
my cousin got hit, but he made it through
now he walk with a limp, but his spirit’s true
we keep fighting, we keep moving ahead
even when the streets painted red
young people, we rise from the ashes of hate
trying to change fate before it’s too late
but the system set up to see us fail
living life on the edge, no room for a jail cell
staying sharp, every move precise
one wrong step, you paying the price
on my block, man, it’s hard to trust
but livin here is more than a must
homies ride or die, through thick and thin
even in the darkest days, we find ways to win
they don’t see the pain, only see the crime
label us monsters, like we out of time
but we got dreams too, we got plans to grow
even in the cold, we keep our fire aglow
i’m speaking for the ones unseen
for the fallen soldiers, for the lost dreams
we grind, we hustle, through the highs and lows
because that’s just life on my block, you know?
they be shooting people, but we still stand tall
through the trenches, we rise, we gon’ conquer it all
[chores: facks on racks
facks on racks, that’s how we survive (strong)
every dollar made keeps the dream alive
in the dollar, you learn to stay tough
on my block, man, the nights are rough
(truth) hits harder than the trigger do
facks on racks, we make it through
from the struggle, the fire we ignite
building empires through the coldest fight
they be shooting people on my block, all night

- lil azrael lyrics

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