Pump Your Breaks

One Day I'm gonna wake up laced-up and caked-up and look in the mirror with no peers 'cause what I'm made of
I'm not here to alleviate the fears of you fake thugs, I'm here to commandeer your state of mind with my bass lines.
They're moving packs and nines across state lines. Add a little guns and drugs and they can make crime. Promote some false hope to manipulate a lame mind. They're making prisons everyday for you, they can make time.
Clocking dollars over dimes, I know it makes sense.
But that's just having hustle and heart with no patience. With no patience I got friends in low places in a 6x9 going through their paces What's up

Better Pump yo' breaks
Get money do whatever it takes
The game of life man you know it's high stakes
But listen little homie, better pump your breaks

It isn't fly to be broke or at the end of your rope
Or be reliant on the system or living off hope
I give a fuck about the dope game it's cliche and so lame
They rap about it to influence the children it's profane.
The mouse traps got cheese in it for those that lack reasoning
Aurevoir to the land of ignorance I'm leaving it
These kids nowadays ain't got a prayer in the world
Who made life complex for the boys and girls?
Make your foundation to build while you try not to get killed
While they miseducate you and leave you unarmed and unskilled
They try to do it to me but I just cling to my dream
And humbled myself to beleive in things unseen you feel me?

Better Pump yo' breaks
Get money do whatever it takes
The game of life man you know it's high stakes
But listen little homie, better pump your breaks and get on player