[Verse 1: Vince Exito]
My homie told me he was a fan of sipping 40's on the block lonely
Looking for trouble,"The devil on me I keep the heat up on me"
He live for nights like this, and lighting spliffs
And doing the darkness under the sun but still contemplatin his righteousness
Cuz n***as scheme on the regular, and'll split your bean for the cheddar
You better duck when you hear the berretta's come
Its a hard knock life like a Jay-Z album
I'm in the middle like Malcolm
I wonder what is the outcome?
"n***a pa** that sh** and turn up the volume"
And I'd rather kiss a joint than to listen
But they're Shaq at the stripe, missing the point
[Chrous]
Cuz when the sun goes down, I hope my dreams don't eventually die
Cuz delegates always lie then I ask why
Nothing is for sure, nothing is for certain
Nothing lasts forever but until they close the curtains
Its them and I, the Rebel Guys
[Verse 2: Vince Exito]
People wonder how the rose grew from the concrete in a land where n***as are pistol gripping
Was it written for my n***as not to have sh** to piss in?
And Bad Boys carry pistons and leave your soul in trenches
Heavyweights without the title, feeling Sonny Liston
Forever living my vision, hope i don't spot a shooter
Trying to blaze a bullet and put the daylight through my medulla
Trying to escape my nightmares, I'm having trouble shaking
d**h around the corner, looking over shoulders, double taking
Cuz n***as use their iron daily, talking nickel plating
And you running from the truth my n***a stick to races
Im just telling stories seen off of these different faces
Cuz they can't say nothing on a daily basis
Oh brother, duck for cover
When you in a land filled with cold blooded motherf**ers
Its like Im on the brink of insanity
And why sleep when d**h up in the family tree?
[Chrous]
Cuz when the sun goes down, I hope my dreams don't eventually die
Cuz b**hes always lie then I ask why
Nothing is for sure, nothing is for certain
Nothing lasts forever but until they close the curtains
Its them and I, the Rebel Guys
[Verse 3: T.L.]
The judge throwing books at my n***as like its the thing to do
Dog eat Dog world, its either me or you
And it ain't gon be me my n***a
Im snatching the crown like they snatched that chain from Shy Glizzy
But I know I ain't gon give it back
We took a L, we had to get it back
No D-Lineman I had to get a sack
Of that loud and move like a queen on the chessboard
But y'all be around squares, y'all playing checkers
But I'm off them board games
Im getting board lames
Vince just lit the J silent like he saying Jorge
Ima f** the game, I ain't really into foreplay
Stick with the team, these n***as sweet as a sorbet
Its a cold game, bring your coat
Im in the booth with Colombian, yeah this sh** is dope
If Trump is elected, I know it ain't gon be no f**in hope
Ima hop on a plane and get ghost to another coast
Yeah Im gone
[Chrous]
Cuz when the sun goes down, I hope my dreams don't eventually die
Cuz n***as always lie then I ask why
Nothing is for sure, nothing is for certain
Nothing lasts forever but until they close the curtains
Its them and I, the Rebel Guys