DJ JD (Jeff Platt) - Till the Light (Part 2) lyrics

Yeah so no shout outs on this one This song right here is like keep it 100 and till the light Mixed together with those emotions of me getting hit in the head with that shotgun 20 grand lost out my backpack, chain off my neck, bleeding from the forehead Almost k**ed my bother patrick bole right in from of me, you know I had my gun on my waist too, you win some you lose some That's the best part about being raised in an Italian family Your always taught to keep your head up Till the light, part 2, chyup Chorus: We stay ridin hard times grindin Almost lost my bro, man my chain was so shiny I keep it 100 check my rap sheet rewind me Smoke till the light with my whole crew behind me So im never gonna give in, oh no Always stayin driven, all though This life that we livin, is so cold But your never gonna fall get it all and don't ever let them knock you down Yeah i got knocked down, but i got right back up Lost 20 g's, but i had my family tie 'em up Club end zone sh** 100 blunts light 'em up Purple yellow bottles like im drinking on the Viking cup Like i said all you old rappers yeah your time is up Ride till i die like a plane car bike or truck Been through so much man thats why im on my rhyming stuff Hit in the head with the 'k (ak) dog i thought my life was up Yeah, and i still got a pocket full of stacks Call me santa clause boy i put the stocking on the cap Yeah, and i get brain and got a closet full of hats You ain't never woke up with a missed call from Project Pat And i dont have time to write (but i guess i do) i spent 2 minutes on this page Went from the slums to k**in up the stage Dog i been to 9 precincts, locked in the cage You ain't never ever had to dig your family members grave... [Chorus] Yeah i kept it 100 hundred till the light, man i never front Wake up in the morning take a piss, then i roll a blunt Break down the dodi 20 blunts then roll another Do it for my dead brother do it for my dead mother I dont have homies dirty i got brothers You f*ck with one of my brothers you'll get smothered under covers I'm dodging under-covers (finally just got that line as i wrote it lol) Got a pocket full of rubbers They call me loso nodos stretch the c**a out like flubber And i'm a pirate nap one eye open dirty dog i never rest 2 hours of sleep vacuum sealed pounds ever fresh Yes im forever fresh Watch like mt. everest Still run up in your crib and open up your treasure chest U city st louise north denver and sicily f** with the money have your body down in Italy Ten years later still an unsolved mystery Give me bout a year dog im goin down in history.... [Chorus] For quitman, delmar, north and south vander vendor Life flash before my eyes is nothin that i can't remember Yep call me the ugh nose candy vendor Dog you ain't never lost none of your family members So i grind every day, and i gotta have a drink Los walks in the place they like damn that room stinks Thats that kush in my pocket yeah dog we call it captain pink What you know about being born in a bathroom sink Dog i do it for the boot and i know denver's hands are up Still got my camp in the lou grindin standin up Certified hustler, dog you can stamp it up Right songs so fast my right hand is crampin up Voice straight stamina Track star energy All these others rappers just crawlin like some centipedes If you not a friend of me, sorry your our enemy To all my lost ones dog i'm pourin out some Hennessy... [Chorus]