KA - No Downtime lyrics

Grief pedigree (Yo this sh** gon' be live man?) Yeah it better be Never at ease, no downtime Y'all n***as sound fine [Verse 1: Ka] I admit, not from environment to let a child flourish In the street, slim physique, wild courage 5 deep tryna eat lookin malnourished Give what you now cherish or thou perish Attack yours, like pack dogs with black pores Emerged when we was getting served by crack who*es Jakes chase us into vacants with the trap doors Where we altered the shotguns with hacksaws In the frozen ghetto our clothes disheveled Either you a stick up kid or chose to peddle I'm so honest show promise when I'm rhyming I might've been but my first vitamin was iron I sailed right into sales, buying and supplying Burner and fishscale, dying to start frying I get it where they grow it, grip it when it's loaded Script it like a poet cause I live it and I know it [Hook] We, never at ease no downtime I'm sick with it, y'all n***as sound fine From where it's hard, a man stressin Either starve or pull a transgression Waltz up with the nina, no dance lesson Pumped heavy on the bench so you can't press him We, never at ease no downtime I'm sick with it, y'all n***as sound fine [Verse 2: Ka] Pops used to run the land, was a haunted man Showed me a .44 before Son of Sam No high-fives, everything underhand Grit poor, big score was a hundred grand Pitch till you rich, that's my cousin plan He saw a light, all night the oven ran Drug indictment, the excitement when he cut a gram Move hasty, must've been tasty as bu*tered yam That's word. Can't curve once we gutta fam Gun handles'll take money in rubber bands Spin foes out windows then the shutter slam I'm a Fresh Fest, n***a you a Summer Jam Trust, I'm the hustle, you the running man A respected shepherd, you another lamb Don't speak, pull the heat, n***as understand (Word to my mother) n***as understand [Hook] [Verse 3: Ka] I go back when City was really thug Cops loco, choke holds, billy clubs They box, but stray shots'll spill your blood Gray tops, every block's filled with d** Ha**led by the Law but we adapted to the raw In the city eating till the apple was a core Lived the cinema, rapping was the score We called it "work" cuz packaging was a chore ...n***as numb to sh** Getting capital and if tackled it's the same punishment [Hook]