Swank & King Draft - Chaos
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{Intro: King Draft}
Yeah man
For all the niggas that came up like me
(Grew up in the chaos)
Right
All the niggas that seen the shit I've seen
Right
Felt the shit I felt
{Verse 1: King Draft}
Young King, and I'm back rockin'
Traumatized big rooms, I still tap my back pockets
Slow progress to crack
Whole process, can't slack
Hood hot, mo degrees, but it's no college
Right, I lucked out, my clover had four leaves
I been skipping every breakfast, for me to get more cheese
At the bar, only time that you'll hear "poor me"
Put ya hands together for the angel in the land of devils
Wе all dirty, ain't here to exchangе a shovel
I can't blame a nigga looking at nothin' and making double
Biggie told me "When the pockets would double, it come wit trouble"
All of my niggas huddle 'til we Fortune 5-double-O
Corner store subs, hot chocolate or a butter roll
Winter winds coming slow, sharp enough to cut a soul
You know we (Grew up in the chaos)
Miss a exit, it's another toll
Family wouldn't come to my crib because they mother know
Or they thought they did
Hope a stray ain't never caught ya crib
And if them niggas missed, then we right back on the strip, the field
We all did (Grew up in the chaos)
Right
{Verse 2: Reuben Vincent}
I start this verse by saying we all African
When heaven call us in, our hoods they won't matter then
Fathers left youngins to fight for true masculine
No standing at the tabernacle praying
But everybody pray, on my knees yelling "Father stretch my bands"
So I can put the hood on without Ku Klux Klan
And these daughters having daughters wasn't part of the plan
But we don't look inside they heart before we all in they pants
From the womb to the tomb, it's a cycle
I've never been to Paris, but I swear l've seen an eyeful
And the idols is the kingpins, so we move like disciples
On the block all night long, tryna be as rich as Lionel
Deciding what's the choices, when the voices in your head
To either pick up the pencil or feed these niggas the lead
Either way I'ma kill 'em
Either way I'm concealing
One could lead me to hell and one could lead me to healing
I'm feeling like
Peace and pardon me, excuse me for my artistry
The pain the game give me will always be a part of me
Got the biggest heart in me, but love ain't shown
When personalities clash and chrome meets chrome
The block don't know no wrong, so they patience runs thinner
I'm hungry's the excuse for why they taking one's dinner
{Intro: King Draft}
Yeah man
For all the niggas that came up like me
(Grew up in the chaos)
Right
All the niggas that seen the shit I've seen
Right
Felt the shit I felt
{Verse 1: King Draft}
Young King, and I'm back rockin'
Traumatized big rooms, I still tap my back pockets
Slow progress to crack
Whole process, can't slack
Hood hot, mo degrees, but it's no college
Right, I lucked out, my clover had four leaves
I been skipping every breakfast, for me to get more cheese
At the bar, only time that you'll hear "poor me"
Put ya hands together for the angel in the land of devils
Wе all dirty, ain't here to exchangе a shovel
I can't blame a nigga looking at nothin' and making double
Biggie told me "When the pockets would double, it come wit trouble"
All of my niggas huddle 'til we Fortune 5-double-O
Corner store subs, hot chocolate or a butter roll
Winter winds coming slow, sharp enough to cut a soul
You know we (Grew up in the chaos)
Miss a exit, it's another toll
Family wouldn't come to my crib because they mother know
Or they thought they did
Hope a stray ain't never caught ya crib
And if them niggas missed, then we right back on the strip, the field
We all did (Grew up in the chaos)
Right
{Verse 2: Reuben Vincent}
I start this verse by saying we all African
When heaven call us in, our hoods they won't matter then
Fathers left youngins to fight for true masculine
No standing at the tabernacle praying
But everybody pray, on my knees yelling "Father stretch my bands"
So I can put the hood on without Ku Klux Klan
And these daughters having daughters wasn't part of the plan
But we don't look inside they heart before we all in they pants
From the womb to the tomb, it's a cycle
I've never been to Paris, but I swear l've seen an eyeful
And the idols is the kingpins, so we move like disciples
On the block all night long, tryna be as rich as Lionel
Deciding what's the choices, when the voices in your head
To either pick up the pencil or feed these niggas the lead
Either way I'ma kill 'em
Either way I'm concealing
One could lead me to hell and one could lead me to healing
I'm feeling like
Peace and pardon me, excuse me for my artistry
The pain the game give me will always be a part of me
Got the biggest heart in me, but love ain't shown
When personalities clash and chrome meets chrome
The block don't know no wrong, so they patience runs thinner
I'm hungry's the excuse for why they taking one's dinner
