Tekstovi: Chill Daddy. Other. Struggle.

[Verse 1: Izzy G]
May 21st my mama gave birth
I was growing up in the city
with the shitty, places where you didn't not
remember any faces with no free spaces
I was 5 years old when my dad left me ice cold
then to myself I told I ain't gonna fold
I'm gonna survive this shit, I ain't gonna quit
I was playing cool, cause I never went to school
I took a tool, and broke the rule
I was a fool
I was seven years, but I never dropped any tears
I lived with my mom and my older brothers
who was growing up one after the other
we still live in this got damn world
like I told I was never seen and heard
I though that I deserved to be heard

[Verse 2: Chill Daddy]
me and Izzy G are up in this bitch
to show ya bitches we got luv for this ish
ridin in da house with clothes from bathing ape
but let me tell ya bitches bout these dayz

it's all good in da neighbourhood
i'm misunderstood, couse I ain't like Robin Hood
get the money for myself like I should
when im stealin from the rich, don't snitch bitch

[Verse 3: Izzy G/Chill Daddy switch]
Izzy G:
Days were passing by and I wanted to die
I didn't own a shit, nothing was mine
I started with the crimes, I crossed the line
God gave me a sign, so I started writing rhymes

Chill Daddy:
What a life? It's hell sometimes
Struggle with the cops for doing crimes
On the first page, of the New York Times
You'll see in my eyes that I'm havin' hard times

Izzy G:
Our music is fresh like bone with flesh
don't try to fake it, cause you'll never make it

Chill Daddy:
You'll never found a sound like cj's n brown's
after two rounds you'll be laying dead on da ground

(Thanks to Joaquim C for these lyrics)