Maino - KOB Intro lyrics

[Intro:] K.O.B. b**h I don't wanna forget what I've been through I don't wanna forget what I've come from I come from a form of hopelessness And I turned that sh** to hope [Verse:] I speak for my n***as in that jungle life No dads, had to watch their mother struggle nights Beef cookin', grab the semi, squeeze the nozzle tight Can't escape feelin' trapped inside a hustler life Goosebumps, feel a breeze on them cold corners Get excited, come out runnin' when the dope call us So what's worse, k**in' cops or them cop k**ers? The system's broke, why the f** they let them cops k** us? The city's in a protest My n***a still fit, work them kis like it's Bow-Flex On a stairmaster tryna climb, we need progress Old lady screamin' somethin' comin', she see more d**h My brother's life inside the hands of 12 people Money, cash, hoes like we chasin' 12 evils Diamonds on my left wrist, what kind of world is this We can't find jobs but they jail us, big business My homie said, "The sh** you said is true They don't need to turn up, these people need the truth" n***as need proof, who else gon' give it to the youth? We really out here sufferin', they got us by a noose Damn, if you a king you need to rise and lead us through Cause it's more to life than just a couple watches and a coupe Put yourself inside the mind of a cop before he shoots Black babies dyin', mothers cryin', don't know what to do Give us that real sh**, we need to feel sh** Separate the lames from the ones that's on that trill sh** Street dreams, talkin' hundred mil' sh** Black mask, black mag wrapped around a steel grip My music is the soundtrack for n***as that'll squeeze gats Drama lit, homie hit, send at least three back My big bro got a life sentence just for three cracks Couple fences, couple letters, flicks, he just need that Yeah, I'm a street n***a's hope Nothin' more dangerous than a street n***a woke My music is the wings, let my street n***as float Give in to the pressure, bet my street n***as won't I told 'em I'm a sleep when I die And I really hope the Lord can hear our screams in the skies So I promise I'm a be the realest n***a in this life Witness the crown, see a king rise tonight [Outro:] When you look at my brothers, what's your first impression? Does the sight of us leave you guessin' or do you understand the stressin' The aggression, the look of no hope on my n***as' faces? Like the Lord overlooked us when he handed down his graces You see embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers Stuck in the walls of the project halls where the coke smell still lingers External blingers is all we can be cause on the inside we been given nothin to shine on And a gig is harder to get than coke, so my n***as get they grind on Cause the TV tells us, aim high n***a, make all goals lateral But that takes paper that we don't have so, n***as put they souls up as collateral Now, some n***as reclaim 'em, some blame 'em, make an excuse to sell 'em But when a n***a goes from not doin' to doin', what can you tell him? Not to be a n***a? sh** I gots to be a n***a, that's how I pay the bills And I'm a do that whether I got to sling this coke or exploit these rhyme sk**s See America makes you an opportunist, and at the same time they institutionalize you So the fact that n***as get these big record deals Big money and go to jail shouldn't surprise you That's what lies do, you see most of these guys Do have raw talent just an infantile education So the business feeds 'em all the weed and ecstasy And a little bit of paper to provide some pacification