x 2 While we here celebrate dont do tomorrow what you could do somebody you love'em nigga tell somebody you nigga (yea, yea)
It was a hard struggle my life a battlefield, but i keep fightin givin all that i got ta give, real is the way that i try to live get mines like the man gets his a mouth never got fed why im spittin now daddy, do it for the bread 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 real life from the of the stuff that i rap about be facts but dont mean that i still live that a lot of paths, i no have to walk up out em im to be a rapper, i get paid to talk 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 they were alive me and my cousins the the yard before a nigga knew that life got hard years by, now we in the streets was in the trap and i was rappin over beats jermaine, but everybody him maine on my birthday he got and slain now he the subject of my sad song i miss him, we never bring him back i wish he asked me for them couple stacks damn his momma so hurt when she had to put her son body in tha and i cried, i hope you listen to the i speak if one person get the picture good for me
x 2
im not to steal ya money im not tryin to take ya im just tryin to my family and take care of my momma im a slave ever they broke these chains i been runnin everything came to me was a long comin im an OG man, i look this way ill do somethin to ya, i look this way i aint got enough face for my tear drop too many locked up to help em make bail so i try to send em pictures, holla on tha try to keep em motivated til make it home sometimes i feel im locked up and im free sometimes i feel like its being me but i snap and realize im built for this life everything you take from me get back twice no problems and no failures, pro cuz the solutions for succeeding is all i know