Dirty Acres - CunninLynguists

Look, Ice Cube said Laugh Now, Cry Later

It’s sad to see us living like that till pine laid up

Not straight up about death or missteps

No regrets, just weed, sex, worldly patterns

I miss Vatos and Bless, I miss my sister

The other day my nigga was stabbed to death

I laughed with Step bout holy scripture

Holdin blunts bigger than his casket, growed amongst grass un-kept

Still smoking, bet he’s still blowing

Singin with Sam Cooke about a change comin as we keep pourin

Liquor out for those that passed

It’s killin our livers because we dying so fast

Low on cash, who ain’t?

Ain’t no jobs

Either you slang, you make music or you detail cars

You cut hair, you sell clothes or you live on charge

I barely got enough bread to give a cell phone bars

Fuck puttin bars on paper, there’s bars on the face of

Half my niggas, spark the Garcia Vegas and ride country

I’ll be damned if they stealing my pride from me

Fuck the world, I ain’t destined to die hungry

The lies, the pain, the truth, the hurt

The music, the soul, it’s all in the dirt

Lay back and just ride

Lay back and just ride

Just ride

Yeah, enter my zone, blunts stuffed, 'nough for self

Brave in this world, putting up smoke for help

Peace pipe under the street lights, type of wealth

Greenery coats the scenery, my whip turn left

Right away from them rollers posted up at the corner

Schemin to meet they quota off of niggas with soda

They love to get 'em together like lime and Corona

Twisted, like my niggas still reppin they hood

Don’t own a brick up in that bitch but swangin they wood

Going to bat for that?

Shit, I wish I would

In the thick of it, only with my Kyn I stood

Make sense of it with dollars only if I could

To trade children and a beautiful wife for a crack pipe

Or biddin in a system, just missin the daylight

Or missin in a system of hustlin all night

Shit must have been aight in some point of our sight

Till in a fashion we rationed off a portion of life

Coastin into a future that we strive to make bright, uh come on

Coastin into a future that we strive to make bright, let’s go

The lies, the pain, the truth, the hurt

The music, the soul, it’s all in the dirt

Lay back and just ride

Lay back and just ride

Just ride