Too many switches, streets sound like war

Too many switches, streets sound like war Every corner got a name, every name got lore Tryna make it out, but the trap got doors And the reaper slide quick when you’re livin’ by the score Grew up where survival mean you move with a plan Or a piece on your waist, not just words on the ’Gram Ain’t no heroes, just pain and demands Still I pray every night with this heat in my hands ⸻ (Verse 1) They put a switch on a Glock like it’s nothin’ to lose Turn a block to a battlefield, all over some views Mama cryin’, candles lit, teddy bears on the news Another youngin’ in the dirt, he ain’t even in shoes Fast life, fast fire, it’s a deadly dance Lil bro got a case, never had a chance It’s real out here, this ain’t just rap It’s a cycle of pain — and we stuck in the trap ⸻ (Verse 2) Why a piece need a switch when your mind need peace? Why we riskin’ everything just to earn these streets? Seen too many fall to that flash and heat Now I’m prayin’ for a path where the scars can sleep