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(Blade)
Separate me from streets lord
They hold me down
I do for my people
They break me down

Ice
My nigga to prison, gave him 7 years
He say he was through hell off in these streets foreal
Shit, that boy was near homeless not cause he was dead broke but cause everybody want it
His head off his
His momma house got up so many times that she went and moved to Georgia
When them killas find you, thats what they resort to
And they on they man hunt
loved ones resourceful
So think you move nigga
I rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6 so keep that tool with me
And he say he dont never think about
Sliding one deep cause he was by himself
there ever be peace?
Hell, I feel Pac
I often wanna know his last thoughts that he got shot
Im doing one for my Gs trying to find a way out
My nigga keep on grinding and how it play out, straight up

(Chorus)
A wise man told me
That them niggas aint niggas and dont put your trust in them bitches but
We all mistakes
And we all take losses, thats a of the game
And I know that gone come homie
We stop, it aint over until its over
Ive been hustling for a long (x2)

Separate me from streets lord
I do this for my

Bitch I been down since I could remember
Cold winters, sausages for dinner
living, mama dating different niggas
No father
Tryna figure how to a dollar from a lousy nickel
Sometimes I sip a little liquor just to the pain
Keep sipping till I float
(This aint no place for a nigga, no for a nigga x2)
I feel my unc looking on me
I can hear him tell me keep it real, and hold it homie
Only talk to my mama blue moon
Watch my granddaddy out the blue go too
This cold got a hold on a nigga
Got my dawg doing time cause told on my nigga
(Have mercy on a soul of a nigga, ice cold blow take a on a nigga)

(Chorus)
A wise man once me
That niggas aint your niggas and dont put your trust in them bitches but
We all make
And we all losses, thats a part of the game
And I know that change gone come
We cant stop, it aint over its over
Ive hustling for a long time (x2)