Freeword The New Regime Lyrics

And I seen
The product moved out on the streets for them fiends
Hustlas motive - live the american dream
Never dabble in the snow - keep nose clean
But some of them dudes done got snot nosed
couldn't run the streets, so they tripped over dem potholes
So the ones behind pocketed off his failures
While he was apprehended and locked by the jailor
These apartments cookin with crock pots
Drop the o, put in an a, deliver to hotspots
Make the motion of transaction and exchange
Then take that money - buy the finger ring,
The watch, and the chain, the lac, and the range,
A pistol, a gat, bullets, clips, and such things
And then claim
hes a victim of society
But got drunk off the success
And couldn't pass the sobriety

We all heard of the struggle
We all heard the stories
Too much snow - so shovel
Rise to hood glory
Make them n____s fear you
A one man army

Or you the product or the soldier?
Or you the product or the soldier?

But whose to blame?
Who is at fault?
But those albums we bought
No shame,
just a face and a name
And a new way to talk
The new slang
And a new way to walk
Put this in our brains
And flushed out every single thing that we was taught
Reinvented our structure
To believe that nothing in this world could touch us
Nothing above us
But clear skies and the heavenly father
Lord, Would you love us?
And I could repent
But hustlins the only way I can put food on the table
And afford the rent
So times spent
On the block with them packs
Feed the addiction for addition to them stacks