Story Behind The Song
Hip-Hop vocal track produced for film and/or television that focuses on social inequalities and coping to live and find a way out.
Song Description
Aggressive Hip-Hop vocal track that features lyrics about the socio-economic struggles in a neighborhood with no potential way out.
| Song Length |
3:50 |
Genre |
Rap - Hip Hop, Rap - West Coast |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Irritated, Uptight |
Subject |
Poverty, Ghetto, Barrio |
| Similar Artists |
Kendrick Lamar, The Game |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Intro / Chorus
They tried to hold us down, but rules were meant to be broken
Toe Tag, Dog Tag (Repeat x 4)
Verse 1
Live or die on these streets (streets - yeah)
Come up short every week
Gotta to pay to rent, I can't even sleep (nah)
Momma out work, how we gonna eat (nope)
I gotta go and get mine, before I run out of time
Chasing this cash to get rich, long as I'm moving these dimes
Niggas trying to be slick, plotting and scheming and shit
So, I gotta make moves, maybe starting flipping these bricks
Momma told me get mine (get mine)
Before these niggas try to take mine
I don't need you, no favors, grinding on my own
Cherry picking paper, doing business on my phone
Trapped in the trap house gotta get out
Dirty like the dirty south, never been a boy scout
Plotting like many men, trying to fight another day
Death or the government, the only way to get away
Chorus
Toe Tag, Dog Tag - No escape homie
Toe Tag, Dog Tag - Y'all don't even know me
Toe Tag, Dog Tag - Keep it real
DOA, get your cap peeled
(Repeat Chorus)
Verse 2
Corner stop check, liquor store in background
Brown bag game on, ducking from the one time
Tell me how I to cope, when all I see is dope
Money in streets, I'm supposed to have hope
They say pull up my bootstraps, exit out the game
Stop my economic situation, make a change
Easy when you say it harder when you do
The deck is stacked against us, in other words we're screwed
Talk is cheap, it's hard to defend
Police brutality, tell me when it ends
Hard knock, hard life nothing seems to change
The path that I'm headed is to jail or a grave
Staring down the barrel from my homie or the cops
Either way it goes down, seems I'll always get popped
Trapped in the matrix, looking to escape
Not a Toe Tag or Dog, Tag, I'll find another way
Chorus
Toe Tag, Dog Tag - No escape homie
Toe Tag, Dog Tag - Y'all don't even know me
Toe Tag, Dog Tag - Keep it real
DOA, get your cap peeled
(Repeat Chorus) x 3