Charles Hussle - E&Genessee Lyrics

I fear God dawg
I feel death too
Got me pressing and stressing about what i might do
Suicidal dreams dictating my line of being
But if the chips fall
I’ma need to cop a re-up
Pushing on the pavement
Damn, scuffed my nikes up
Buddy got a press out in the land he gon’ save for us
Thrax pack
Rolling up a sack wake the neighbors up
Premonitions about my position got me convinced
That i’m a snot nose
Got hoes
Rude boy with mop holes
Better pump the breaks fo’ you niggas run into pot holes
I’m on one
But you know i been on nigga
Im bout chicken and riches
You on pussy and bitches
Cause you too stupid too listen
If you was really on your shit you wouldn’t be riding the benches
Put a two into a four and made a hell of an investment
Get bounced in this bitch
Like the fuck is you checking
Motherfucker keep stepping
Down bad
Need a dollar and a meal
Everybody fell off when shit started getting real
Colder in the house then it is out in the field
Putting in my all but shit
Somethings gotta give
Last week
My old plug got his wig split
Fake thuggin bring on some problems you can’t deal with
Have some real niggas pop a bus and take a field trip
Keep your nose clean and stay loyal to those you deal with
Uncle smoking rock still deny the shit to the day
Only 6 years old the first time smelling base
Burnt my nose
I still remember the taste
Other nigga fill his nose arm and hammer Dave
Torches all up in the couch
Where my auntie stayed
Fiends up the street hop out V’s in broad day
Sucking and fucking
For a front or for nothing
It’s grimey in the city when you come up from nothing
Cause daddy aint home
And mommy at Tommy’s
Evicted every month and your sister is crying
Floating while drowning
But the water surrounding
Tread and die
Drown and live
The pressure is pounding
Down bad
Need a dollar and a meal
Everybody fell off when shit started getting real
Colder in the house then it is out in the field
Putting in my all but shit
Somethings gotta give

I fear God dawg
I feel death too
Got me pressing and stressing about what i might do
Suicidal dreams dictating my line of being
But if the chips fall
I’ma need to cop a re-up
Pushing on the pavement
Damn, scuffed my nikes up
Buddy got a press out in the land he gon’ save for us
Thrax pack
Rolling up a sack wake the neighbors up
Premonitions about my position got me convinced
That i’m a snot nose
Got hoes
Rude boy with mop holes
Better pump the breaks fo’ you niggas run into pot holes
I’m on one
But you know i been on nigga
Im bout chicken and riches
You on pussy and bitches
Cause you too stupid too listen
If you was really on your shit you wouldn’t be riding the benches
Put a two into a four and made a hell of an investment
Get bounced in this bitch
Like the fuck is you checking
Motherfucker keep stepping
Down bad
Need a dollar and a meal
Everybody fell off when shit started getting real
Colder in the house then it is out in the field
Putting in my all but shit
Somethings gotta give
Last week
My old plug got his wig split
Fake thuggin bring on some problems you can’t deal with
Have some real niggas pop a bus and take a field trip
Keep your nose clean and stay loyal to those you deal with
Uncle smoking rock still deny the shit to the day
Only 6 years old the first time smelling base
Burnt my nose
I still remember the taste
Other nigga fill his nose arm and hammer Dave
Torches all up in the couch
Where my auntie stayed
Fiends up the street hop out V’s in broad day
Sucking and fucking
For a front or for nothing
It’s grimey in the city when you come up from nothing
Cause daddy aint home
And mommy at Tommy’s
Evicted every month and your sister is crying
Floating while drowning
But the water surrounding
Tread and die
Drown and live
The pressure is pounding
Down bad
Need a dollar and a meal
Everybody fell off when shit started getting real
Colder in the house then it is out in the field
Putting in my all but shit
Somethings gotta give