This song is about a nigga always to keep you down You you got to touch that
We something from nothing and vowed to never tear it apart We turned the hustle into an art That would quickly change forever for us No more riding bikes or the bus
We on the roll up, to fold up With cognac and yola Got the about to blow up, but hold up I see this van sittin, old cat in a fitted Trying to get your little tore up
Yo bruh, we aint on this corner take your ass on, dog Fore you make me feed your ass to my hogs you 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 shit off in our neighborhoods and us And when you finally catch us up you us letters A cold thing when a nigga reach his gold man You hand him a case for easing out the game and Im
Watching us unfold with the He dont want a nigga to climb Youd separate me from my family forever Instead of trying to keep us You motherfuckers would rather me down
So I rap about these streets dont make me be no less of a man Than a person that do work with his Its bad enough I got to deal with all these that stand You tryin to make me stray away from my what Im sayin?
Im the gutter, where all we had was one another No wheat bread to butter, one bed to the other All uncles and no brother my mothers at My grandfather was my dad and when he died it
And as I back the tears my eye-wells swell I been for heaven, I been living in hell And these niggas in my age is dead or either locked up The bitches no better, they smoked out or up
But I still love my hood, thats where it Aint no feelings, we partners nigga, regardless why you always see me coming around Cause I never turn my back on my town but still Im
Watching us with the times He dont really a nigga to climb rather separate me from my family forever Instead of trying to us together You would rather keep me down
us unfold with the times He dont really a nigga to climb Youd separate me from my family forever Instead of trying to keep us You motherfuckers would rather me down
Money never me Money changed the people Now plot to try to keep me down But still I like yeast
whole conversation bout B Fuck a talking bout me, Im a G The realest motherfucker ever it You cant continue to me and yall eat from it
So fuck every soul who ever felt like I Them a god dime, or a god damn rhyme Or a god chance, motherfucker you sad You a grown ass man, a nigga hand
Now get out on your own, depending on your homes To chuck you a bone, and throwing stones And goes for everybody thinking its them
you, you and you her Him and him, Tom, and Kim All of yall stand accused saying to me And I done your childrens shoes Im
us unfold with the times He dont really want a to climb Youd rather separate me from my family Instead of trying to us together You motherfuckers would rather me down
us unfold with the times He dont really want a nigga to Youd separate me from my family forever Instead of trying to us together You motherfuckers would rather keep me