the system - BC Tray, Joe Scott

I done lost a couple of real ones to that system

Cuz they was deep in them trenches

Trying find a way out

Paper chasing all out night out

Momma on the drugs and his daddy in that prison

Oh i feel bad for my nigga

Cause he was born as a victim

This life then set you up yea

Them people ready to wet you up yea

Ain’t even get to see 18 yet

So i promise when i make it

It’s for my niggas that was on the block

All my niggas who skipped to sell rocks

All my niggas who did what they had to do

To make sure them bills was paid

Cuz JB was in and out them cells

But he still had to get it

He want thm blue strips (blue strips)

Cuz it’s the only way h see his life a little different

I then lost a couple of real ones to that system

Cuz they deep into that trenches

Trying find a way out

Paper chasing all out night out

Joe Scott Verse

Look long nights we was hustling tryna get it

Nigga want smoke shit I ain’t hiding come and get it

Dee got 35 years and I feel sorry for him

Reason why I’m broke as fuck

Can’t get no lawyer for him

They gave Trey killer 30

Shit that don’t make sense

A robbery and a murder

That I ain’t equivalent

I ain’t wishing jail on no nigga

How many rappers can say

They ain’t never told on no nigga

This for the ones who kept it solid

Ain’t break the code on your nigga

To many bad vibes shid leave me lone

This for the ones when i was lost

Who ain’t lead me wrong

Fed time hold it down to my home

Bed time nigga try it

Imma lay him down

(HOOK)

I then lost a couple of real ones to that system

Cuz they deep into that trenches

Trying find a way out

Paper chasing all out night out