This song is about a nigga always trying to you down You know you got to that
We made something nothing and vowed to never tear it apart We the street hustle 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 neighborhood to blow up, but hold up I see this van sittin, this old cat in a Trying to get your little tore up
Yo bruh, we working on this corner take your ass on, dog Fore you me feed your ass to my hogs you fucking fagot I you want to catch me with this 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 give us A cold just when a nigga reach his gold man You hand him a case for easing out the game and Im
us unfold with the times He dont really want a to climb Youd separate me from my family forever Instead of trying to keep us You motherfuckers rather keep me down
So what I rap these streets That make me be no less of a man a person that do work with his hands Its bad I got to deal with all these pressures that stand You tryin to me stray away from my plan Know what Im
Im from the gutter, 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 it hurt
And as I hold back the tears my eye-wells I been praying for heaven, I living in hell And these niggas in my age group is dead or locked up The bitches no better, smoked out or knocked up
But I still my hood, thats where it started Aint no hard feelings, we nigga, regardless Thats why you always see me coming Cause I never turn my back on my town but still Im
Watching us unfold with the He dont really want a nigga to Youd rather separate me my family forever Instead of to keep us together You motherfuckers would rather keep me
Watching us unfold the times He dont really a nigga to climb Youd rather separate me from my family of trying to keep us together You motherfuckers rather keep me down
Money changed me Money changed the people Now they to try to keep me down But still I like yeast
Your whole bout B Fuck a talking bout me, Im a G The realest ever done it You cant continue to pimp me and yall eat it
So fuck every soul who ever 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, depending on your homes To chuck you a bone, and stop throwing And that goes for everybody thinking its
you, you and you her Him and him, Tom, and Kim All of stand accused saying fuck to me And I done bought your shoes Im
us unfold with the times He dont really want a nigga to Youd rather separate me my family forever Instead of to keep 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