(Verse 1) 503 streets, deep with crime, Gangsta life in Portland, no peace, just grime. Prostitutes sell bodies, fentanyl steals lives, Out-of-towners wreak havoc, no surprise. (Chorus) 503 represent, this gangsta life we give struggle hard listen homie as I emphasized homie you done this good I thought I was a level right on top of ya give love to the se vatos moving through thestruggle with no other way out set the town drought demand to the new order like el chapos com mand its tarted one day when I came to a freestyle attack on 82nd sandy posted againt the motole wall in to the mic as he's dabbing the game like a hit of cfack be suprided when u thinks its the one your at keep friends cl osed keep enimes closer concrete Struggle its a born caily hustle taking losses just to barley make it to ends meet Crooked justice, bias in plain sight, overdosed bodies thrown out of an ambulance found in the dumpster from the previous night. faimlies giving up to this costly suscription ain suicides notes insane nse 370to the state hospital chained up right front of states penatenbtury and back to the hoods command by any means nessary if the blue team when the red team wins if you think I'm beginning then your still in elementry got the flow locked up and it without the mic drama fake rappers born to a c ki ng s ize candy wrap I come from the resale paxin o fi lifeless pain 9 yeaxxrs xa xbxouti did cocaine got the xshell x txoe whites switch the xb leaxche d moneyw ipedz to the essays hand pushing that clean sober mafia type living crest white fresh tooth brush aquifinsawater ice cold brand new socks to the dirt ditty grime get it out the mud by any means nessasary pop corn in the air make it hurt 130 30 hughy thurtyy on the bottom income taxes going to schools but kids got no intutution In the heart of Portland, where the city lights gleam, ============]================================================================================ Drought Controlz /TM-----Loyalteez ============]================================================================================ drought control , its touch work corners sold they had it time up to the 5 dollar sales, another clientals calling just got off of work drought control 130 high porcon.......make it hurt.. every seasons its a new product making mean lurks to the devils command no other choice but to stay alert sert team marsh feddys cornereed up on the yearly tax work under the table they be bustin to pay the cittys worth from the homicides the tramatized throughnn every intrumental i see the porize i relize you got to make it bubbke im tranatized from the dealdy sides killing eachother over a mising lighter telling you it hella hurts drought control , its touch work corners sold they had it time up to the 5 dollar sales, another clientals calling just got off of work drought control 130 high porcon.......make it hurt.. phone .keeps ..dieing .from the ..huner t..rying .to make it .hurt sucess from anothoths wage just to car for age faimly first , helping kin the this deadly work .... blister feet scruffy shoes...... wakein to the pile... without a hurt paranoid to the dela sale after all that hurt you can keep the bag and the lighter I get through the hustle Daily nightmares , like a twisted dream, Innocent lives lost,like it was seen from a tale so criminally obscene, By the hands of those sworn to protect, it seems. 12and half jurys in court taking sides for work. handcuffed with my head shoved deeply as it scraping the skin like concrete turning into dirt Deadly force wielded with a heart turned cold, Innocence shattered, victims shot in back , without hesitation portland police stories from a December killing untold. Crooked cops planting evidence, making lies as the untruthful testimony sworn under oath unfolds, Justice tainted, the system's grip takes hold. Racial bias lurking in the courtroom's haze, A jury and judge, lost in a prejudiced maze, No moral compass, no ethics, just a craze, (Verse 2) Racist judge, tainted DA, we see through the veil, Witness their corruption, truth we unveil. Criminals labeled, but the system's what's broke, In this gangsta life, our dissent, we boldly evoke. (Chorus) 503 represent, this gangsta life we live, Struggle in the city, united, we give. Corrupted justice, bias in plain sight, We rise, fight, won't take flight. (Verse 3) Cops shooting brothers, claiming self-defense, Through their lies, truth we won't dispense. No innocent lives taken, no more blood spread, 503, our city, justice we'll embed. (Chorus) 503 represent, this gangsta life we live, Struggle in the city, united, we give. Corrupted justice, bias in plain sight, We rise, fight, won't take flight. (Outro) In the 503, we endure and survive, Thrive amidst chaos, dreams alive. No more crooked justice, we refuse to tolerate, Reclaim our streets, reshape our fate. emphasize