This song is about a nigga always trying to you down You you got to touch that
We made something from nothing and to never tear it apart We the street hustle into an art That would quickly change forever for us No riding bikes or catching the bus
We on the roll up, money to up With and cooked yola Got the neighborhood to blow up, but hold up I see this van sittin, old cat in a fitted Trying to get your homey tore up
Yo bruh, we aint working on this corner take ass on, dog Fore you me feed your ass to my hogs you fucking fagot I know you want to catch me with bag so you can hide me Or my 44 so you can 45 me
You put this off in our neighborhoods and sweat us And you finally catch us up you give us letters A cold thing just when a reach his gold man You him a case for easing out the dope game and Im
Watching us with the times He dont want a nigga to climb Youd rather separate me from my family of trying to keep us together You would rather keep me down
So what I rap about streets dont make me be no less of a man Than a that do work with his hands Its bad enough I got to deal with all these that stand You tryin to make me stray from my plan Know what Im
Im the gutter, where all we had was one another No wheat to butter, from one bed to the other All and no brother my mothers at work My grandfather was my dad and when he died it
And as I hold back the tears my swell I praying for heaven, I been living in hell And these in my age group is dead or either locked up The no better, they smoked out or knocked up
But I love my hood, thats where it started Aint no hard feelings, we partners nigga, Thats why you see me coming around Cause I could never turn my on my town but still Im
us unfold with the times He dont really a nigga to climb Youd rather separate me from my forever of trying to keep us together You motherfuckers would keep me down
Watching us with the times He dont really a nigga to climb Youd rather separate me my family forever Instead of trying to keep us You motherfuckers would rather me down
Money changed me Money changed the around Now plot to try to keep me down But I rise like yeast
Your conversation bout B Fuck a nigga talking me, Im a G The realest ever done it You cant continue to me and yall eat from it
So fuck every who ever felt like I owed Them a god damn dime, or a god rhyme Or a god damn chance, you sad You a grown ass man, holding a hand
Now get out on your own, stop on your homes To chuck you a bone, and stop stones And that for everybody thinking its them
you, you and you her Him and him, Tom, and Kim All of yall stand saying fuck to me And I done bought your shoes Im
Watching us with the times He dont really a nigga to climb Youd rather separate me my family forever Instead of trying to us together You motherfuckers would rather me down
us unfold with the times He dont really want a to climb Youd rather separate me from my forever of trying to keep us together You motherfuckers would rather me down