Point A To Point B - K Rino

You know if there’s one thing I don’t like it’s fraud activity

On every journey, seem like the farther I go, the farther I am from where I’m

tryna be

So maybe I’m going in the wrong direction

So I gotta set 'em straight in the 9−8

Yeah we gonna do it like this

15 rounds and the gloves to match

A lotta these fools keep dying for scratch

All I wanna do is get paid for good

But too many haters rolling through my hood

It’s like, I’m tryna get from point A to point B

Motherfucking feds still watching me

I’m still on paper from my last lick

Rough street life got me pumped up to blast quick

2 o’clock on the block, I’m pulled over, damn it

I red light a mile back, the cop said I ran it

I ain’t a slave to the grave, I just had to send him

Six shooter in my lap, I put five in him

The heat iron heat defeats novacane

To degrees where even death can’t stop the pain

Gain momentum when the heat started dumpin in him

And then I’ma bit 'im like a snake when I’m pumping venom

The murderistic, realistic

Let my fist get deeper in his grill cuz I’m twisted

I’ma show you, all the dirt that K-Rino do

«Duck!»

You see the type of shit I gots to go through?

I’m trippin'

15 rounds and the gloves to match

A lotta these fools keep dying for scratch

All I wanna do is get paid for good

But too many haters rollin through my hood

It’s like, I stepped in the mosque back in '92

Got the real scoop on the red, white, and blue

It provided me with deep thoughts to rap about

Ain’t no choir 'cause it ain’t shit to clap about

I had a dream I was in a shootout one night

Fool started cockin' up 'cause they was scared to fight

I tried to run but my feet couldn’t handle the test

I felt a sharp pain blast right through my chest

I hit the ground tryna fight for what I had left

I felt the essence of my life removin' itself

My homeboy standing over me, cryin' and shit

I’m losing focus in my eyes, going blind and shit

I raised up, wooo, damn it was only a dream

Trippin over how realistic a vision could seem

Was I really about to be received by the dirt?

How come I woke up with that bloodstain on my shirt?

Trippin'

15 rounds and the gloves to match

A lotta these fools keep dying for scratch

All I wanna do is get paid for good

But too many haters rolling through my hood

(Knowledge)

In 1555 they put us on a ship

Thousands of miles across the water, that’s a long trip

Strip the knowledge itself, devils flip the script

Rip the shirt off my back and commence to whip

Murder to he or she who fought for the right to be free

Raping the sister while they hung the brother from a tree

Burning the body of the victim to ash and dust

And at the same time teaching religion to us

Emancipation proclamation, they let us go

Only to make conditions worse than they was befo'

'Cause even though our asses are no longer in chains

They wrapped the motherfuckers smooth around our brains

Poverty stricken conditions lead to criminal shit

«We're equal now»…got your ass subliminal shit

If your great granddaddy could come from the past

And hear you bumpin' that bullshit he’d slam yo ass

'Cause just imagine how our first ancestors felt

Being deceived back in Africa, sold and dealt

They had to pay with their life for us to walk today

400 years later still ain’t left point A

Trippin'

Tryna get from point A to point B

I’m tryna get from point A to point B

I’m tryna get from point A to point B

I’m tryna get from point A to point B