DBD

[Verse 1]
Settlements built out of pressure
Just thought I'd speak on the realness in the session
Totin' .40s, hopin' they don't charge me for this weapon
Lookin' towards the stars for the answers to my questions
East side stories, was trappin' in Robber's Landing
I was still young, but wise, 'cause I was plannin'
Tomorrow's not promised to none
When it's your time, you're done
I got the type of shine that defines the sun
Just tryna live the American dream
'Cause my hood is filled with so many fiends
It's like zombies on the scene
And most of my brothers gone to the bing
Stay strong, you still a king
I try to put things in perspective, in the stress, when shit is hectic
I try to share a positive message
I wanna know, pimp: why you always on the hoe tip?
Come around me frontin', get the whole clip

[Chorus]
It's death before dishonor
Some people get caught, get to singin' to Your Honor
The pressure's buildin' hotter
I gotta get this money so I can take care of my mama
I gotta get the commas, by any means necessary
I do what's necessary
But you won't stoop as low as me, because you extra scary
As a man, gotta provide for the fam
Before my people go hungry, I'll prob'ly rob the whole land

[Verse 2]
I been through so much, I go through a lot
Walkin' through the block of crossfire from shots
When I step in the spot, niggas look at me funny
I got the Heckler & Koch, so I ain't stuntin', you dummy!
Rage of a rebellion, scalin' when the devil be trailin'
Waitin' for you to stop carin'; I'm a well-rounded dude
Don't talk to me 'cause I ain't in the mood
Just don't take it as me bein' rude
I'm just lettin' you know where I come from
Everybody got a gun where I come from
There's always constant conflict
People lose they life every second that time ticks
Another bullet from the nine spits
I'm just a king tryna life in affluence
Your kindness is a weakness to the non-compassionate
I'm findin' ways to make it through the tragic-ness
Raisin' my awareness on my path of all the hazardous

[Chorus]
It's death before dishonor
Some people get caught, get to singin' to Your Honor
The pressure's buildin' hotter
I gotta get this money so I can take care of my mama
I gotta get the commas, by any means necessary
I do what's necessary
But you won't stoop as low as me, because you extra scary
As a man, gotta provide for the fam
Before my people go hungry, I'll prob'ly rob the whole land