You Can Not by TheRealEvk Lyrics

I am not one of these lames
I don't play non of these games
Blood on my shirt, not a stain

I am insane
I am the reason they hate
But they do not say my name in vain

I'm trynna make moves
I'm trynna make mills
I'm trynna history
Trynna make deals

Came down a path of the shooters
To cruising the beaches
Forever I keep my shit trill

Fuck you and your bitch
And however, you feel
If I shall die then kill me with the steel
Never let man take my life with his hands
Been through some shit y'all just won't understand
I got some issues I never could take on my own
Deal with some issues I'm facing alone

22 years I feel 30 years grown
Can't say you relate man these rappers are clones

These niggas not genuine check on the tag
I'm really from round where you do not go back
I really been trapping the bando at that
I sold off the grass made my way through the cracks

Niggas ain't real
Niggas be tripping they say they got straps
Ya fist all you clenching
We both from the block
But my shit was different
They really tote glocs
And they shoot without missing

When I'm told to get it
I make it my mission
The trap never sleep
4am in the kitchen
We don't wear no skinnys
I'm sipping on henny
Them bottles just down my depression
You straight disrespectful I'll die for your lesson
Live by the sword Ima die by the weapon
Keep it real short with you 187
Man this is murder
That talk with no action some shit I ain't heard of
So don't try and test me ill pass and go crazy
I fuck wit the them women that dress like they stripping
That love to come home and cook clean even dishes
Get back to the block to they man that don't get it

I hustle my nigga
Money the goal
Take you a vest
If you come down this road


Hook

You can not Handle my walk
You can not handle the path
You can not handle the pain
You can not handle the rain



V2

You can not handle this heat
You can not sleep where I sleep

Keep it 100 you only want chances
But you niggas know you can't eat what I eat
I'm born from the street
I came out the street
I came out the mud
I came in with peace

These niggas stay trying
These bullets stay flying and they do not stop till you staying asleep

It's all for the green that we stacking
The paper we making
Got something to lose
Then yo family tree is not vacant
You better just watch what you saying
Cause bullets do not play no favorites

I'm just a youngin with pain and aggression
Who's mission success so don't play with progression
Got no time to waste on a nigga who stressing
The end of the day is my team and some blessings

And my niggas grind
My niggas hustle
.45 stay with the muscle
I'm son of chino
Work from amigo
Can barely say Pringle
But speak the same lingo

That's get to these Cheetos
No matter the weather
The colder the better
A skin or a sweater
I'm down and I'm ready
And that's for whatever
I came a long way
I'm not stopping
Till better

Not stopping till I'm on the throne
Crown on my head
House on the hills
Son in the bed

All of my niggas is back from the cell
Death on the heels
I'm running from twelve
The day I get life killing mates in my cell

(2x)And I'll pray the lord doesn't send me to hell