This is about a nigga always trying to keep you down You you got to touch that
We made something from and vowed to never tear it apart We turned the street into an art would quickly change life forever for us No more bikes or catching the bus
We on the up, money to fold up With cognac and yola Got the about to blow up, but hold up I see this van sittin, this old cat in a Trying to get your little homey up
Yo bruh, we working on this corner take your ass on, dog Fore you make me feed your ass to my hogs you fagot I know you to catch me with this bag so you can hide me Or my 44 so you can 45 me
You put shit off in our neighborhoods and sweat us And when you finally us up you give us letters A thing just when a nigga reach his gold man You hand him a case for out the dope game and Im
Watching us with the times He dont want a nigga to climb Youd rather separate me my family forever of trying to keep us together You motherfuckers rather keep 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 from my plan Know what Im
Im the gutter, where all we had was one another No bread 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 been for heaven, I been living in hell And these niggas in my age group is dead or 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 always see me around Cause I never turn my back on my town but still Im
Watching us with the times He dont want a nigga to climb Youd separate me from my family forever of trying to keep us together You would rather keep me down
Watching us unfold with the He dont really want a nigga to Youd rather separate me my family forever of trying to keep us together You motherfuckers would rather keep me
Money never me Money changed the people Now they to try to keep me down But I rise like yeast
Your whole conversation B Fuck a nigga bout me, Im a G The realest motherfucker done it You cant continue to pimp me and eat from it
So every soul who ever felt like I owed Them a god damn dime, or a god rhyme Or a god chance, motherfucker you sad You a grown ass man, a nigga hand
Now get out on your own, stop on your homes To chuck you a bone, and stop stones And that goes for everybody thinking its
you, you and you her Him and him, Tom, and Kim All of yall stand saying fuck to me And I done bought your childrens Im
Watching us unfold the times He dont really want a nigga to Youd separate me from my family forever Instead of trying to keep us You motherfuckers would keep me down
us unfold with the times He dont want a nigga to climb rather separate me from my family forever Instead of trying to keep us You motherfuckers rather keep me down