Testi the system - BC Tray, Joe Scott

the system

I done lost a couple of real ones to that system
Cuz they was deep in them trenches
Trying find a way out
Paper chasing all out night out
Momma on the drugs and his daddy in that prison
Oh i feel bad for my nigga
Cause he was born as a victim
This life then set you up yea
Them people ready to wet you up yea
Ain’t even get to see 18 yet
So i promise when i make it
It’s for my niggas that was on the block
All my niggas who skipped to sell rocks
All my niggas who did what they had to do
To make sure them bills was paid
Cuz JB was in and out them cells
But he still had to get it
He want thm blue strips (blue strips)
Cuz it’s the only way h see his life a little different
I then lost a couple of real ones to that system
Cuz they deep into that trenches
Trying find a way out
Paper chasing all out night out
Joe Scott Verse
Look long nights we was hustling tryna get it
Nigga want smoke shit I ain’t hiding come and get it
Dee got 35 years and I feel sorry for him
Reason why I’m broke as fuck
Can’t get no lawyer for him
They gave Trey killer 30
Shit that don’t make sense
A robbery and a murder
That I ain’t equivalent
I ain’t wishing jail on no nigga
How many rappers can say
They ain’t never told on no nigga
This for the ones who kept it solid
Ain’t break the code on your nigga
To many bad vibes shid leave me lone
This for the ones when i was lost
Who ain’t lead me wrong
Fed time hold it down to my home
Bed time nigga try it
Imma lay him down
(HOOK)
I then lost a couple of real ones to that system
Cuz they deep into that trenches
Trying find a way out
Paper chasing all out night out