Montana Of 300 - Down Here lyrics

Broad days, everybody wanna shine out here 9 to 5, they don't get it, so they grind out here n***as dying, can't believe I'm still alive down here Trynna climb, hoping I don't lose my mind down here Down here, down here Down here, down here, down here Down here, down here Trynna climb, hoping I don't lose my mind Down here I grew up in the bricks, down here No nice neighbors, no picket fence, down here Only time I felt we was rich down here Is when my OG got food stamps and Wic down here Life's a b**h, down here Yo dawg might turn into a b**h, down here These n***as snitch, down here That's how it gets, down here My OG sold our microwave, to get a fix, down here Lord, I've Seen so much pain down here In my days, I've seen so much shame, down here Sunny days, it still seems to rain, down here And the devil's the one they blame down here Lord Grab the wheel, it's too hard to steer, down here Trying hard to not shed a tear, down here We don't get no justice from cops, down here Or solve mysteries, Big and Pac, down here Lord Everybody playing for keeps, down here Opportunities out of reach, down here They don't give us enough to eat, down here Jealousy, they always compete, down here Not enough of us trynna teach, down here No one practices what they preach, down here And these demons don't go to sleep, down here Way, too much blood been spilt in these streets Down here Lord Don't get wet, I swear life's a beach, down here We, leave our mothers covered in sheets, down here sh** ain't sweet, down here Come take a peek, down here Six feet, families weep Cause it gets deep, down here Lord From the low end, where they thugging out n***as wearing J's like they bugging out You either played ball, or you sold d** Where I'm from, I swear there wasn't another route Fiends running in and out my mother house Everybody robbing in the summer droughts Gangbangers k**ing for some f**ing clout Even k**ing n***as when the sun was out If it's wartime, then the guns was out Even pistols hidden in the f**ing couch n***as going crazy, no straitjacket Like a waste basket, when they dump em out Neighbors witnessed murders but when police came They ain't know a thang They ain't run they mouth Bunch of stealing, k**ing, drug dealing villains Down here they get it, how to come up out? These stomach pains, ain't no hernia Just in case the lord doesn't hear me Your engine, yeah turn me up If Jesus coming to save us Please tell em to hurry up Hope the devil don't burn me up And that's why I stay 30'd up God! Broad days, everybody wanna shine out here 9 to 5, they gon get it, so they grind out here n***as dying, can't believe I'm still alive down here Trynna climb, hoping I don't lose my mind down here Down here, down here Down here, down here, down here Down here, down here Trynna climb, hoping I don't lose my mind Down here