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THIS SONG IS ABOUT A nigg* ALWAYS TRYING TO KEEP YOU DOWN. YOU KNOW YOU GOT TO
TOUCH THAT
Verse 1
We made something from nothing
And vowed to never tear it apart
We turned the street hustle into an art
That would quickly change life forever for us
No more riding bikes or catching the bus
We on the roll up, money to fold up
With cognac and cooked yola
Got the neighborhood about to blow up, but hold up
I see this van sittin, this old cat in a fitted
Trying to get your little homey tore up
Yo bruh, we aint working on this corner take your as* on, dog
Fore you make me feed your as* to my hogs you fking f*gg*t
I know you want to catch me with this bag so you can hide me
Or with my 44 so you can 45 me
You put this s**t off in our neighborhoods and sweat us
And when you finally catch us up you give us letters
A cold thing
Just when a nigg* reach his gold man
You hand him a case for easing out the dope game
And Im
CHORUS
Watching us unfold with the times
He dont really want a nigg* to climb
Youd rather separate me from my family forever
Instead of trying to keep us together
You motherfkers would rather keep me down.
Verse 2
So what I rap about these streets
That dont make me be no less of a man
Than a person that do work with his hands
Its bad enough I gots to deal with all these pressures that stand You tryin
to make me stray away from my plan
Know what Im sayin?
Im from the gutter, where all we had was one another
No wheat bread to butter, from one bed to the other
All uncles and no brother
My mothers at work
My grandfather was my dad
And when he died it hurt
And as I hold back the tears my eye-wells swell
I been praying for heaven, I been living in hell
And these in my age group is dead or either locked up
The girls no better, they smoked out or knocked up
But I still love my hood, thats where it started
Aint no hard feelings, we partners nigg*, regardless
Thats why you always see me coming around
Cause I could never turn my back on my town
But still Im.
CHORUS (2x)
Verse 3
Money never changed me
Money changed the people around
Now they plot to try to keep me down
But still I rise like yeast
Your whole conversation bout B
fk a nigg* talking bout me, Im a G
The realest motherfker ever done it
You cant continue to pimp me and yall eat from it
So fk every soul who ever felt like I owed
Them a god d*mn dime, or a god d*mn rhyme or a god d*mn chance
Motherfker you sad
You a grown as* man, holding a nigg* hand
Now get out on your own, stop depending on your homes
To chuck you a bone, and stop throwing stones
And that goes for everybody thinking its them
fk you, you and you,
Her, him and him
Tom, d*ck and Kim
All of yall stand accused
Saying fk to me
And I done bought your childrens shoes
Im
CHORUS (2x)