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lirik lagu vicious cycle – emanueldaprophet

[chorus: emmanueldaprophet & rylo rodriquez]
it’s a vicious cycle for a young boy comin’ from where i live (yeah, yeah)
your family strugglin’, so you gotta hustle to put food in the crib (food in the crib)
them bills due, fresh up out of school to see yo’ mama tears
it’s okay, mama, i’ma get this bag and get us out of here (out of here)
you ain’t think about no law when you seen roaches crawlin’ in your crib
just a week ago, the police shot your homie, so you ain’t got no fear (shot my dog)
had to take a chance and get them bands ’cause it’s that time of year (time of year)
and he just got a handle, he might fan ’em if it’s hot in here (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 1: rylo rodriquez]
streets, it got guidelines, it’s one code you don’t break no matter what (pfft)
baker mayfield, i’m livin’ life like a scout, i’m tryna grab a buck (frrt)
i put three zips up in a peach crush, look how it stained the cup (bah, yeah)
you had went to court and told, i can’t believe bruh used to hang with us (can’t believe)
sold some bags and get your bread right (frrt, yeah)
brabus truck, go check the headlights (yeah, yeah)
i grew up playin’ truth or dare, but i wouldn’t dare stop at no red light
industry ain’t what it seem, lil’ homie, though i got some millions from it
thought bruh survive a leg shot, but he ain’t get to heal up from it
caught a distribution, they came and took him off street
incarcerated, he cherish small things, he miss his bed (bed)
we come from trenches, you never know what you gon’ see
and i ain’t never ever seen n0body beat the feds
and i’m not one of them rappers who gon’ to try and diss the dead but i can’t lie, i smiled when i had heard he got buried
jojo sleepin’ with a knife, they don’t turn the lights off when it’s night (yeah, yeah)
he use a towel to hide the light and your girl don’t answer the phone or write you
[chorus: emmanueldaprophet]
it’s a vicious cycle for a young boy comin’ from where i live (yeah, yeah, yeah)
your family strugglin’, so you gotta hustle to put food in the crib (oh, oh, oh)
them bills due, fresh up out of school to see yo’ mama tears (yeah, yeah, yeah)
it’s okay, mama, i’ma get this bag and get us out of here (mm*hmm, mm*hmm, mm*hmm)
you ain’t think about no law when you seen roaches crawlin’ in your crib (mm*mm, in your crib)
just a week ago, the police shot your homie, so you ain’t got no fear (oh, oh, oh)
had to take a chance and get them bands ’cause it’s that time of year (yeah, yeah, yeah)
and he just got a handle (woo), he might fan ’em if it’s hot in here (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 2: emmanueldaprophet]
now he in a field, just got a pack (pack) and his uncle trap, so he taught him that (taught)
and his daddy just came home from doin’ ten and they just sent him back (sent him back)
like, really, is this how you supposed to live when you come from the jack? (from the jack)
that pressure on him, he heard it’s time to win, he go straight to the max (to the max)
and all the ones that’s supposed to be in your corner, they just turned they back (turned they back)
the system dirty, they’ll try to destroy you if you ain’t in they pack (in they pack)
life be so crazy, like a movie, it’s on cinemax (cinemax)
he only sixteen, and he just had a baby that needs similac (similac, pfft)
he just lost some friends (pfft, he just lost some friends)
he just lost some fam’ (pfft, he just lost fam’)
he just lost some bands (he just lost some bands)
like, when is it gon’ end?
he call on god (call on god), he tryna figure out why is life so hard (why life so hard)
and he tryna to make it out, but it looks so far (but it looks so far)
’cause the streets done ripped it out, now he ain’t got no heart (he ain’t got no heart)
[chorus: emmanueldaprophet & rylo rodriquez]
it’s a vicious cycle for a young boy comin’ from where i live (yeah, yeah)
your family strugglin’, so you gotta hustle to put food in the crib (oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah)
them bills due, fresh up out of school to see yo’ mama tears (yeah, yeah, yeah)
it’s okay, mama, i’ma get this bag and get us out of here (out of here)
you ain’t think about no law when you seen roaches crawlin’ in your crib (mm*mm, in your crib)
just a week ago, the police shot your homie, so you ain’t got no fear (shot my dog)
had to take a chance and get them bands ’cause it’s that time of year (time of year)
and he just got a handle, he might fan ’em if it’s hot in here

- emanueldaprophet

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