x 2 While we lets celebrate dont do tomorrow what you could do tell somebody you nigga somebody you love'em nigga (yea, yea)
It was a hard struggle my life been a battlefield, but i keep givin all i got ta give, real is the only way that i try to live get like the next man gets his a closed mouth got fed thats why im spittin now daddy, do it for the i do it for the love, i do it for the ?? matter fact i really do it for all the im mild but im hype on my records i try to separate life from the records of the stuff that i rap about be facts but dont mean that i still like that a lot of paths, i no have to walk up out em im blessed to be a rapper, i get paid to about em i aint got to a strap in my lap now god i can make it with this rap now
x 2
Summertime 1985, granmomma, grandaddy were still alive me and my playin the the yard before a young nigga knew life got hard went by, now we in the streets they was in the trap and i was rappin beats jermaine, but called him maine on my birthday he got murdered and now he the subject of my sad song i him, we cant never bring him back i he woulda asked me for them couple stacks damn his look so hurt when she had to put her son body in tha and i cried, i hope you to the words i speak if one person get the thats good for me
x 2
im not tryin to ya money im not to take ya woman im just tryin to feed my and take care of my momma im a slave ever since they these chains i been runnin came to me was a long time comin im an OG man, i just look way ill do somethin to ya, i just look way i aint got enough face for my tear drop too many homies locked up to em make bail so i try to em pictures, holla on tha phone try to keep em motivated til they it home i feel like im locked up and im free sometimes i feel like its being me but i snap back and realize im built for this everything you take me imma get back twice no and no failures, imma pro cuz the solutions for succeeding is all i know