Eric Dingus - Rebels of the Neon God lyrics

[Verse 1: Slick Talk] Pops was a rolling stone with the soul of an old soldier Tied with the Bandidos and newly paroled dope growers Moms was a holy roller Tears shed when I proudly told her I would die for the set Something I regret now that I'm older Now my rear view appears too close Got me in hustle mode Tired of living that hood life with clothes on them rusted poles Father figures either wasn't present or never discussed how to touch the soul They only told us never trust a hoe No place for us to go, we sang under the streetlights On Rabb Glen, was there whenever the feds came and rushed the door I lost a lot of G'z but happy they'll never suffer more Thug love, put ya guns up and bust em for the f**in' 4 The lifestyles of the locs and pirus and folks and Vice lords, k**ing but can't remember what they fight for Cuz when you living your life poor And there ain't no light to pray to All you got is the hood so disrespect can re-ignite war [Hook: Pamelagrace Okeke] This world we built Ain't built for us (2X) [Verse 2: Slick Talk] I'm trying to earn digits but digits will burn bridges And when you in the struggle they never concerned with it But when you on the top they begin to return visits To burn swishers They see you on the rise and want to merge visions That's why I prefer fifths of the liquor to chilling with the selfish See growth and they wanna help it but in the past-tense the verb missing Words twist in my brain, they blur when I purge pain Released under my birth name they weren't listening I'm one of the rawest in my state, probably the region But for no obvious reason never popped, never properly seized it Wisdom received with a steel from the OG's Cuz when your allegiance is a block it ain't an option to leave it I believe in second and third and forever chances Bands might make her dance But they ain't rapping about the violence it takes to collect them bands with Vocals, ba** and treble transit through my hands to the paper Just to leave an example when I die, show how lost can a man get Hook