Buffalo State Of mind - Che Noir

It’s war out here, mad niggas is dyin'

You don’t want that shit to be you, right?

«Nah»

I know you gon' hold it down, though, you know mean?

These niggas out here ain’t really worth it

«You a ill nigga, though, I like your style»

Look

Nights at the telly I’m plottin' up on my next check

Flowin' the sickest, I just took that shit off a bed rest

Vibin' out while the old Jigga bumpin' outta my headset

I know these niggas wondering who gon' become the vet' next

Name a, sicker nigga from the ghetto, I rise

Pick out the blind to see them niggas bustin' metals outside

Stretchin' on pies, bet I’mma rise

It was hard to see the light but we had our eyes set on the prize

Granny prayin' 'cause we livin' in sin

A real boss put his niggas in the position to win

But it was tough, the conditions we in

Not from the riches and glitz

Either movin' them bricks tryna put food in the fridge

Or you strippin', bet she takin' any option for the money, nigga

Hit the pole she pick it up and drop it like a clumsy nigga

Or you on the field tryna make it to the league

Or you workin' 9-to-5 tryna make a lil' green

Paint a picture when your pops gettin' set up in traffic

Your mama only piece of mind is in the medicine cabinet

The way the system set up is tragic

So it’s good to see my brother in a cap and gown instead of a casket

Was a set up that happened, the get I bread up is habit

'cause the crackers try to tell us that we never would have it

It was hard, we were fed up with lackin', never settle for average

I’m thinkin' when I lay my head on the mattress

Bein' broke gave me a different vibe, name a chick as sick as I

These rappers spittin' lies, these bitches know they couldn’t go head-to-head;

I’m a different height

Yeah I need a Arizona and a trip to Chi'

It’s Buffalo, New York

Front porch, gettin' high as the murder rate

Gun shuts couple houses down where they serve the 'yay

Granny in church they sayin' we gotta learn how to pray

There’s a young soul leavin' this Earth today

These young girls givin' it up, to these niggas with bad intentions

They schemin' for pussy, they ain’t lookin' for daddy’s blessin'

He GPS to her house but these boys lackin' direction

They’re gettin' raised in the system and get harassed and arrested

This the, Empire state, the finer state ain’t got no time to waste

Supplyin' weight ain’t the only way to acquire cake

But he see these niggas with chains so he gon' find a way

What you expect when you throwin' food at a lion’s gate?

He never had a chance;

both his parents up in the pen'

He workin' a 9-to-5 but embarrassed to tell his friends

He converted to the streets but got caught carryin' a Uzi

Went to jail as a Christian came out wearin' a kufi

I got a, pocket full of dreams, how can I achieve?

Fuck the fame, I’m just tryna bring profit for the team

Never actin' off emotions;

usin' logic when I speak

It’s real you can hear my stomach growlin' when I speak

Mobbin' with the team, climbin' for the dream

We not stoppin;

pops was a rollin' stone, couldn’t hold his own

Time is underrated, man, I can remember days

House party at the crib we just wanna be kids and play

Kids chasin' dice game in the street

Niggas sell you a dream but the price change now is cheap

Nights came waitin', my life changed in a blink

Crime rate on a steep, mind frame on defeat

Nowadays these bitches ain’t got no privacy with it

Get the cake, I play with numbers like a lottery ticket

As a kid my pops told me a valuable old lesson

He told me the dream free but the hustle is sold separate, yeah