Verse 1: Wake up, great ready

Another day, another dollar, opportunity great,
and so the, saga begins journey thru a mind state
see cause his defined trait, out weight, the greater good
and should, be understood, (cause) it could come across as hood
like an alternate dimension, an alternate persona
his future full of melancoly drama, word to momma
but he on another level, determination thrive
he quit his job the day before cause struggles reached a high
but he formulate a plan, (that) surely involve his mans
fallin back to hustlin grams, (and) product from distant lands
stackin grands from uncle sam, write(s) in fonts like serif sans
traces would never link the sources back towards his hands,
he get up outta bed, yawn, stretch, scratch his head,
(then) hop up in the shower, pop in some tower of power,
at the early seventh hour, the break of fuckin dawn
he tried to steer himself from down this path, because his moms
but his life had took a toll, with struggle a common foe
so troubles follow and go, though he humbled in his soul
his heart had turned to stone something like evil clones
troubled, down to the bone and got himself a lil chrome
he dial his man by phone to set it up, a couple zones
hold the shit down his own by any means, be how he known

[Phone convo w/ his mans]

[His mans]
Whats good nigga, got ur text that I read,
I put ur order in for loud and that brick like u said

[Kid]
Aye thats a bet, good lookin nigga. im bout to head up outside

[His Mans]
Hold that thought, aye matterfact, lemme hit u back in 5

Chorus x2:
See the crime and politics
Corruption crossin lines
sparkin hammers or a spliff
peep the cameras on ur six
niggas faded off the liq
but the strong survive
cause niggas crabs up in a barrell
trynna make it alive

Verse 2: Heads to metro station

Ready to dip, he pack his bag, then slip on his pearl foams
leave his home with intentions of coming back with his zones
course, his chrome, grabs his phone, then he head to the whip
his nigga hit him back, just as he buck a right and lit a spliff

[Convo with his man]

[Kid]
Its bout that time nigga, Im FINALLY back up in the game
That 9-5 shit was blowin me, (and) stressin my brain

[His Mans]
Well peep this pack u gon be lobbyin, str8 fresh off a plane
and course the loud str8 from cali, word to rome, its insane

[Kid]
Thats picture perfect, see this work gon be urgent
(cause) any fiend want rock, ill serve it
hammer strapped for the serpents, react with miltant purpose
vigilent villanous earnest, fulfillin civilian service
with erry purchase double up, and expand what we surface

[His Mans]
The game we'll murk its, juss a matter of focus
Covert in an emergence, territorial resurgence
str8 up buryin Insurgents, conquer then divide
call it the antidote, fiends cop the dope juss to survive

[Kid]
See my hopes is a high And struggles should pass me by
cause in my bubble the trouble Double pumpin coke on the sly

[His Mans]
Juss keep the hammer by ur side, peripheral eyes wide
No jive, better abide cause them streets breed homicide

[Kid]
Son u ain lie, cause life a bitch, And it dont matter how u dress her
I even grabbed a lighter and them papers off my dresser

[His Mans]
yessir, good measure for the pressure, (and) if not,
hard body em, like a wrestler for the scepter

Chorus x2:
See the crime and politics
Corruption crossin lines
sparkin hammers or a spliff
peep the cameras on ur six
niggas faded off the liq
but the strong survive
cause niggas crabs up in a barrell
trynna make it alive

Verse 3: Arrives at station, hops train

So as he drive, preoccupied talkin game up on his phone
he hang up, and then realize, he drove right past his fuckin turn
so, of course he buck a U, holdin traffic up, he knew
Horns blast, like right on queue, but he give fuck his vision skewed

(and) so as he drive thru franklin park, pg county feds and narcs
patrollin, scopin the blocks, for yungins pushin bud or rocks
that or routine traffic stops, drivin slow, he tuck his glock
eyes low, and bloodshot, up gainst the world like he pac
drives into the metro lot, stashes paper in his socks
parks and to the station, walks ready to thicken up his knots,
this how his saga begins, pennin writtens he could drop,
until he reach his destination via a metro stop

Chorus x2:
See the crime and politics
Corruption crossin lines
sparkin hammers or a spliff
peep the cameras on ur six
niggas faded off the liq
but the strong survive
cause niggas crabs up in a barrell
trynna make it alive