Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Science, artist - eLZhi. Date of issue: 15.10.2019
Song language: English
The Science |
| Shots bust in, cops rush in, on n**gaz hustlin' |
| You know the science of money is substance, the evils |
| My peoples live illegal, stack dough that equals |
| To large amounts, that’s hard to count |
| I blow an ounce and watch the plot thicken |
| We on the block pitchin', while the cops watch with optic vision |
| Listen, my hood is chaos, it never sleeps, crime’s got us knee |
| Deep in the streets, uh, between the sheets |
| I write verses, while the Devil curses |
| Watchin' young kingpins get put in hearses, the fiends lurkin' |
| For the dream merchant, their last days seems certain |
| He overdose before they close the curtain |
| Tryna tackle the grind, stress hard on my soul |
| And shackle my mind, makin' my heart cold and my head hot |
| Cause’s bread not, comin' in and I’m losin' my cool |
| Like the summer wind strollin' through |
| My goal is to stand on the bottom of my feet again |
| Even if it means robbin' then I got 'em in the street in Broad day and no this ain’t of God’s way, so I’m hopin' |
| If opportunity knocked, then mine locked, doors open |
| I’m livin' fast, but cash is movin' slow in motion |
| I’m goin' through ups and downs like I’m roller coastin' |
| Ridin', hidin' feelings behind a wide grin |
| I almost died inside when I couldn’t provide ends |
| Meet, wish I could say life’s been sweet |
| In street drama, the thermometer blends heat |
| Heat, I’m tryna find a way, depression is grew high |
| I search for a blue sky, but I’m seein' signs of gray |
| I got a line I say, if I come with two and combine a trey |
| Add a fourth, I watch how these words on a pad’ll morph |
| Into a rhyme, this might get me out the sewer grime |
| Many get stuck, few’ll climb |
| They pursue a crime because my city’s so poor |
| My n**ga Jay got killed robbin' his video store |
| Tryna provide for his seed, seed |
| He felt his world cavin' in before the day that he bleed |
| And indeed, greed will f**k your mind if you give it brain |
| Or give it head, that’s one the same |
| As long as blood’s runnin' through my hundred veins |
| It’ll come together whether the weather is sun or rain |
| It’s been another murder, where it never shine, shine |
| Hustlers off in these streets, agin' like fine wine |
| Ever the lost souls at the age of nine, grind |
| Grew eyes in the back of my head for who behind mine |
| That backstab, smack dab in your stacked abs |
| 'Til it black scab, feel the pressure like cracked crab |
| They say the streets is watchin' |
| When clicks meet they leave you six feet inboxed in The block’s been good to the hood, got hella bad |
| Some young fellas that caught slippin', can tell he sad |
| F**k it, that’s how it go, you just got to keep your eyes peeled |
| Heard about some guys killed inside my old junior high’s field |
| They said a crackhead did it for white powder |
| He fiendin' and so he left 'em leanin', I seen 'em |
| To just a day ago, that’s the way it go Where they ain’t payin' dough, so get to layin' low |
| Man, make you wanna do somethin' crazy man |
| Get on that Tupac, Juice tip |
| Get to robbin' a liquor store or somethin' |