Below is the lyrics of Lil Herb's Fight or Flight, featuring Common, and Chance the Rapper.
[Intro:]
This song go out to anybody who lost one of they homies man
You ever lost somebody
That felt like you was in this shit by yourself
But you gotta fight man
It's hard
[Verse 1: Lil Herb]
My momma used to say, "Never quit, baby that just don't exist!"
And just cause she'll suck ya dick, don't mean you could trust the bitch!
I'm just giving you the real
Cause I don't come from Hollywood or Beverly Hills
I'm from where mothers don't care and babies get killed
Where you gotta rob and go steal for stomachs to fill
And it's hard for a young, black nigga like myself
Where the police compare oneself with everybody else
So that means if you yourself they think you're everybody else
So I don't care 'bout no one else
Just my family and myself
Yeah, that's just my way of thinkin'
In my city and it helps cause no one gives a fuck
About me, you, or nobody else
And it's cool
I'm still livin' over East
We still chillin', sippin' lean
Smokin' swishas, stackin' hunnits to the ceilin'
We still winnin'
We just fightin' to survive
It's a shame I gotta ride with this nina on my side
They used to say...
[Hook:]
Never quit, never give in
Hey, don't you quit
Never give in
[Verse 2: Common]
Rings and watches, kings deposites
Chains that seemed preposterous
Gettin' paper never seemed monotonous
Time is money, the streets is watchin' like a scene from Clockers
Fiends is nauseous, chicken wings they gossip
Niggas (?) is tied up in dreams and product
The block gets hotter when the streets is dried up
We react like shottas when niggas is fired up
On some James Brown shit, I'mma take you higher
To stay live niggas still livin' like The Wire
A tight rope so they steppin' on that white dope
I ride with my niggas cause that's the cycle
Suppliers, buyers, leaning like they biased
This is circus, niggas and broads wearin' wires
The eye of the tiger in my iris
Eyes on the prize, I'm a fighter
[Hook:]
[Verse 3: Chance The Rapper]
Me and my pops shared the same home phone number
Father single parent, home, sorry, wrong number
I did my push ups, and my homework, and my house work
And my dirt, talk back until my mouth hurt
Daddy furious, Trey hopped in a car door, close the car door
Wonderin' why our father God couldn't spare rifles
Spoiler alert, Trey get out the car and walk home with his heart broke
My poppa love me, ops left me
Stains fed me, and they dressed me
Come home freshly dressed and he addressed me
And he pressed me
Called me a thief, called me a boy, called me a coward
At least he ain't call me from county with an hour worth of advice from my 5 day
Why Doughboy doesn't have the same pops that he had on Friday?
I'd rather be a real man than a real nigga, real talk
[Hook:]
[Verse 4: Lil Herb]
I've seen mommas treat their daughters like the scum of the Earth
Snake niggas put their homies since they was young on a shirt
It's your life well, tell me what it's worth
Cause when you come across that death you don't get another birth
You better live it up
Haters want me dead, they better work, I ain't gonna give it up
Fuck around get hit with [?] like you ain't feel enough
Pussy niggas gotta feel the drugs before they start feelin' tough
In the streets I'm tryna feel the love but I ain't feelin' nothin'
I love my squad, I love the hustle
I love success cause I'm from the struggle
I used to think that I could go back what I used to do
Now I care less and less at all my homie's funerals
It's hard but it's gonna get harder and harder
Why momma always tell me just be smart and keep your guard up
I said to myself (?), put your squad up
Bibby tell me how to keep your head above water
Lyrics courtesy of Rap Genius
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