Spitta Dame - Walk Through New York Lyrics

I used to live in Ill conditions
With little food in the kitchen
My single mother was workin'
I'm in my house rappin writins
They outside gangbangin'
Tryna make they own statements
And they always trippin they Robbin and they killin' for no reason

Be they people with treason
Never had my pops
But I figured
They called me that little n*gga
Who stayed freestylin
But his style was orientated
He was straight forward but impatient
An rapper who knew he had it
He never got in a studio he was under rated
A lot of people kill but yeah we know they fake it
Spitta was real like his name is
Nameless to know who did it
The way he spit was a lyricists
He was sick and people liked it
He done got suspended
Wrote a tape like chance did
His tape was vivid
How I used to be
Reading for vocabulary
Say words not know what it means
I'm tryna put green in my family tree
But I'm here but I'm tryna leave

I used to live in Ill conditions
With little food in the kitchen
My single mother was workin'
I'm in my house rappin writins
They outside gangbangin'
Tryna make they own statements
And they always trippin they Robbin and they killin' for no reason

Cut out the cancer sticks and the people within it
And the sick sh*t is that they wanna call you out on it
Don't let no one bring me down, no not no more
I just find out everything else for what's in store
Blessing that I'm getting through the door to a warm inside
Instead of out where it pours
There's poor and wicked killings in the world
Thinking how ima bring in my first girl
What ima name her what willl she think of
Willl she like me
Didn't have no daddy guide me through society

I used to live in Ill conditions
With little food in the kitchen
My single mother was workin'
I'm in my house rappin writins
They outside gangbangin'
Tryna make they own statements
And they always trippin they Robbin and they killin' for no reason

Became a black sheep
Beginning to be a lose leaf off my family tree
Because more and more I grew weaker as I saw em
And friends and family would drop like the leaves when it's autumn
Couldn't be a street dude with the mind of a scholar
Lack of tactics would get you robbed for a dollar
Worse when you holler
With more than a grand yeah Im a deadman
Wind up with a bullet in ya head by ya best friend
Maybe his friend would do the same thing that he did to you
And the cycle continues till the killing is through
So lets protect and serve
Instead of damage and hurt
And assist in the cycle

I used to live in Ill conditions
With little food in the kitchen
My single mother was workin'
I'm in my house rappin writins
They outside gangbangin'
Tryna make they own statements
And they always trippin they Robbin and they killin' for no reason