VICIOUS CYCLE (feat. Rylo Rodriguez)

It's a vicious cycle for a young boy coming from where I live Your family strugglin', so you got hustle to put food in the crib Them bills due, fresh up out of school to see your mama tears It's okay, mama, I'ma get this bag and get us out of here You ain't think about no law when you seen roaches crawling in your crib Just a week ago the police shot your homie, so you ain't got no fear Had to take a chance and get them bands 'cause it's that time of year And he just got a handle, he might fan 'em if it's hot in here Streets got guidelines, it's one code you don't break no matter what Baker Mayfield, I'm living life like a scout, I'm trying to grab a buck I put three zips up in a Peach Crush, look how it stained the cup You had went to court and told, I can't believe bruh used to hang with us Sold some bags, get your bread right Brabus truck, go check the headlights I grew up playing truth or dare, but I wouldn't dare stop at no red light Industry ain't what it seem lil' homie, though I got some millions from it Thought bruh survive a leg shot, but he ain't get to heal up from it Caught a distribution, they came and took him off street Incarcerated, he cherish small things, he miss his bed We come from trenches, you never know what you gon' see And I ain't never ever seen nobody beat the feds And I'm not one of them rappers who gon' to try and diss the dead But I can't lie, I smiled when I had heard he got buried Jojo sleeping with a knife, they don't turn the lights off when it's night He use a towel to hide the light, and your girl don't answer the phone or write 'cha It's a vicious cycle for a young boy coming from where I live Your family strugglin', so you got hustle to put food in the crib Them bills due, fresh up out of school to see your mama tears It's okay, mama, I'ma get this bag and get us out of here You ain't think about no law when you seen roaches crawling in your crib Just a week ago the police shot your homie, so you ain't got no fear Had to take a chance and get them bands 'cause it's that time of year And he just got a handle, he might fan 'em if it's hot in here Now he in a field just got a pack, and his uncle trap, so he taught him that And his daddy just came home from doing ten, and they just sent him back, like really Is this how you supposed to live when you come from the Jack? That pressure on him, he heard it's time to win, he go straight to the Max And all the ones that's supposed to be in your corner they just turned they back The system dirty they a try to destroy you if you ain't in a pack Life be so crazy, like a movie it's on Cinemax He only 16, he just had a baby that needs Similac He just lost some friends (he just lost some friends) He just lost some fam' (he just lost some fam') He just lost some bands (he just lost some bands) Like when is it gon' end? He call on God, he tryna figure out why life so hard (Life so hard) And he tryna to make it out, but it looks so far (Looks so far) 'Cause da streets done ripped it out now he ain't got no heart (he ain't got no heart) It's a vicious cycle for a young boy coming from where I live Your family strugglin', so you got hustle to put food in the crib Them bills due, fresh up out of school to see your mama tears It's okay, mama, I'ma get this bag and get us out of here You ain't think about no law when you seen roaches crawling in your crib Just a week ago the police shot your homie, so you ain't got no fear Had to take a chance and get them bands 'cause it's that time of year And he just got a handle, he might fan 'em if it's hot in here