[Intro] Back of the club But my brain in the bookings (uh) CO keys in my head Still hear ’em all jooking (grrt, bow) [Verse 1] Came home still walking like count time Eyes scan every door like a land mine State greens in my nightmares, flatline Now it’s velvet ropes, but the rope still a thin line I remember that tray with the cold rice Now we pop big bottles, but it feel like the same price Judge gave bro twenty like it’s plain ice Now every watch that I cop feel like stage lights Metal on the stage, it’s a pat-frisk I laugh ’cause the pat-downs used to be mad brisk From the Bronx to the island that math sick Either coffin or the courtroom, pick a draft pick (grrt, grrt) [Chorus] From the jail to the club, it’s the same two-step Still dance with death, put a hole in your rep (bow, bow) If you ain’t do time, you don’t know this flex Turn that pain to a check, turn that check to respect (what?) From the cell to the stage, it’s the same cold sweat Still sleep half-dressed, shoes on by the bed If you ain’t seen court, you don’t know this stress We turn trauma to a chant, let it bang in your chest (huh?) [Verse 2] Whole pod in the crowd when I pop out Used to watch doors; now it’s opps when they hop out Kites turned to contracts, that’s a swap out Went from “lock in” to “sold out,” bring the guap out Phone time was a war for a short call Now my phone never stop, that’s a long haul Used to pray for appeal in the dorm hall Now I pray bro beat the feds when they swarm y’all (free gang) New York talk, I don’t text threats I’ve seen real steel, I don’t flex sets Seen tears on a lifer when his pen left That image in my mind more loud than your best vest (bow) [Chorus] From the jail to the club, it’s the same two-step Still dance with death, put a hole in your rep (grrt, bow) If you ain’t do time, you don’t know this flex Turn that pain to a check, turn that check to respect (yeah) From the cell to the stage, it’s the same cold sweat Still sleep half-dressed, shoes on by the bed (uh) If you ain’t seen court, you don’t know this stress We turn trauma to a chant, let it bang in your chest (boom, boom) [Bridge] Hands up if you lost some years (hands up) Hands up if you lost your peers (too many) We ain’t here just to drown in the liquor We here ’cause we dodged that tear (facts) Dance like the gates swung open Drink like the locks all broke in Live ’cause the grave keep soaking Talk tough, but the real ones spoken (grrt, bow, bow)
