The Science - eLZhi, Elzhi feat. Fes Roc

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'