Veteran

[Intro: Sample]
"-mad if I rap."
"Well, they probably want you to be kinda quiet."
"When we get home you can rap."
"I wanna rap!
It's my dream!"
"Really?"
"Who's your favorite rapper?"
"Myself"

[Verse 1: King Ky0te]
I been working all night like a veteran (Yeah)
On my late night shit like I'm David Letterman
These niggas wanna catch me slippin'
But I'm feeling fresher than I ever been
We even got a black president (Yeah)
So I can't seem to comprehend the kind of shit we're in
Got me preaching to you niggas like a rеverend with no pen
Causе I'm not heaven-sent
I'm just out here tryna stay relevant
But all these cops on the block tryna lock me in
I could be another brother locked in the pen
But karma will come around
For these blue and black clowns
Always tryna run my [?] and throw my black ass on the ground
These fucking wilin' with the violence
All my women are always crying cause the children are always dying
Is there no end to this violence?
I think my people wanna find a peaceful resolution
But everytime we look these motherfuckers always shooting
So where's my Martin Luthers at?
Where my Malcom Xs at?
Where's my people who wanna see my niggas back up on that map?
Because they giving us that crap but they don't understand
Black don't crack but it do clap back
And they won't like the way that shit come back (Come back)

[Bridge: King Ky0te]
I don't wanna fight
I'm just tryna get right (Right)
I don't wanna beef
I just wanna live life (Life)
I'm in these streets cause a nigga gotta eat
You can hate me cause I hustle or you can respect the struggle nigga

I hear these niggas talkin'
They always hatin'
You can hate me cause I hustle or you can respect the struggle nigga

Cause when I come through
It's a different conversation
You can hate me cause I hustle or you can respect the struggle nigga

I know these niggas can't stand me
You can hate me cause I hustle or you can respect the struggle nigga

Maybe one day you'll understand, man
You can hate me cause I hustle or you can respect the struggle nigga

[Verse 2: Truett & King Ky0te]
I know the [?] even its looking vacant to you (Woo woo)
I'm losing more and more faith in the youth (Youth)
How would you react inside the face of abuse? ([Butcher, butcher?])
We wanted cops, only giving us troops
No wonder why the hate so intense (Yeah)
Crazy, never seen sense
When the pain gon' end?
When you pop them pills
Where the pain go then?
In the back of your head where the rain don't drench (Uh)
It all comes down to cash
And you wonder why I make no sense (Sense)
No sense, no pain, no rent (No rent)
[?] up from those feds
If you ever gon' question
Will bet you they'll get all angry
Stomp around like a stepping stone
Watch who you stepping on, nothing ever set in stone
Light my endo tone
Paranoia setting in
Cops keep weapons drawn
For the wrong people
How is that professional?
Dash cams and cell phones do more justice than them (Yeah)
This been going on longer than you think
Just people in costumes
And put them for safety, made me feel the opposite
Pushing people to the bottom just so they could stay at the top and rich
Still taking all of the profit
Giving all the other shit
Fuck is all of this?
Only phonies in office
Learned really quick not to trust politics
I do not fuck with you, not a bit
That's being honest
Something that you never would see in the government

[Outro: King Ky0te]
I don't wanna fight
I'm just tryna get right (Get right)
I don't wanna beef
I just wanna live life (Life)
I'm in these streets cause a nigga gotta eat
You can hate me cause I hustle or you can respect the struggle nigga