| This song is about a nigga always trying to keep you down | |
| You know you got to touch that | |
| 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 ain't working on this corner take your ass on, dog | |
| â€~Fore you make me feed your ass to my hogs you fucking fagot | |
| 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 shit off in our neighborhoods and sweat us | |
| And when you finally catch us up you give us letters | |
| A cold thing just when a nigga reach his gold man | |
| You hand him a case for easing out the dope game and I'm | |
| Watching us unfold with the times | |
| He don't really want a nigga to climb | |
| You'd rather separate me from my family forever | |
| Instead of trying to keep us together | |
| You motherfuckers would rather keep me down | |
| So what I rap about these streets | |
| That don't make me be no less of a man | |
| Than a person that do work with his hands | |
| It's bad enough I got to deal with all these pressures that stand | |
| You tryin' to make me stray away from my plan | |
| Know what I'm sayin'? | |
| I'm 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 mother's 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 niggas in my age group is dead or either locked up | |
| The bitches no better, they smoked out or knocked up | |
| But I still love my hood, that's where it started | |
| Ain't no hard feelings, we partners nigga, regardless | |
| That's why you always see me coming around | |
| â€~Cause I could never turn my back on my town but still I'm | |
| Watching us unfold with the times | |
| He don't really want a nigga to climb | |
| You'd rather separate me from my family forever | |
| Instead of trying to keep us together | |
| You motherfuckers would rather keep me down | |
| Watching us unfold with the times | |
| He don't really want a nigga to climb | |
| You'd rather separate me from my family forever | |
| Instead of trying to keep us together | |
| You motherfuckers would rather keep me down | |
| 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 â€~bout B | |
| Fuck a nigga talking bout me, I'm a G | |
| The realest motherfucker ever done it | |
| You can't continue to pimp me and y'all eat from it | |
| So fuck every soul who ever felt like I owed | |
| Them a god damn dime, or a god damn rhyme | |
| Or a god damn chance, motherfucker you sad | |
| You a grown ass man, holding a nigga 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 it's them | |
| Fuck you, you and you her | |
| Him and him, Tom, Dick and Kim | |
| All of y'all stand accused saying fuck to me | |
| And I done bought your children's shoes I'm | |
| Watching us unfold with the times | |
| He don't really want a nigga to climb | |
| You'd rather separate me from my family forever | |
| Instead of trying to keep us together | |
| You motherfuckers would rather keep me down | |
| Watching us unfold with the times | |
| He don't really want a nigga to climb | |
| You'd rather separate me from my family forever | |
| Instead of trying to keep us together | |
| You motherfuckers would rather keep me down |
| This song is about a nigga always trying to keep you down | |
| You know you got to touch that | |
| 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 ain' t working on this corner take your ass on, dog | |
| Fore you make me feed your ass to my hogs you fucking fagot | |
| 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 shit off in our neighborhoods and sweat us | |
| And when you finally catch us up you give us letters | |
| A cold thing just when a nigga reach his gold man | |
| You hand him a case for easing out the dope game and I' m | |
| Watching us unfold with the times | |
| He don' t really want a nigga to climb | |
| You' d rather separate me from my family forever | |
| Instead of trying to keep us together | |
| You motherfuckers would rather keep me down | |
| So what I rap about these streets | |
| That don' t make me be no less of a man | |
| Than a person that do work with his hands | |
| It' s bad enough I got to deal with all these pressures that stand | |
| You tryin' to make me stray away from my plan | |
| Know what I' m sayin'? | |
| I' m 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 mother' s at work | |
| My grandfather was my dad and when he died it hurt | |
| And as I hold back the tears my eyewells swell | |
| I been praying for heaven, I been living in hell | |
| And these niggas in my age group is dead or either locked up | |
| The bitches no better, they smoked out or knocked up | |
| But I still love my hood, that' s where it started | |
| Ain' t no hard feelings, we partners nigga, regardless | |
| That' s why you always see me coming around | |
| Cause I could never turn my back on my town but still I' m | |
| Watching us unfold with the times | |
| He don' t really want a nigga to climb | |
| You' d rather separate me from my family forever | |
| Instead of trying to keep us together | |
| You motherfuckers would rather keep me down | |
| Watching us unfold with the times | |
| He don' t really want a nigga to climb | |
| You' d rather separate me from my family forever | |
| Instead of trying to keep us together | |
| You motherfuckers would rather keep me down | |
| 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 | |
| Fuck a nigga talking bout me, I' m a G | |
| The realest motherfucker ever done it | |
| You can' t continue to pimp me and y' all eat from it | |
| So fuck every soul who ever felt like I owed | |
| Them a god damn dime, or a god damn rhyme | |
| Or a god damn chance, motherfucker you sad | |
| You a grown ass man, holding a nigga 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 it' s them | |
| Fuck you, you and you her | |
| Him and him, Tom, Dick and Kim | |
| All of y' all stand accused saying fuck to me | |
| And I done bought your children' s shoes I' m | |
| Watching us unfold with the times | |
| He don' t really want a nigga to climb | |
| You' d rather separate me from my family forever | |
| Instead of trying to keep us together | |
| You motherfuckers would rather keep me down | |
| Watching us unfold with the times | |
| He don' t really want a nigga to climb | |
| You' d rather separate me from my family forever | |
| Instead of trying to keep us together | |
| You motherfuckers would rather keep me down |
| This song is about a nigga always trying to keep you down | |
| You know you got to touch that | |
| 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 ain' t working on this corner take your ass on, dog | |
| Fore you make me feed your ass to my hogs you fucking fagot | |
| 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 shit off in our neighborhoods and sweat us | |
| And when you finally catch us up you give us letters | |
| A cold thing just when a nigga reach his gold man | |
| You hand him a case for easing out the dope game and I' m | |
| Watching us unfold with the times | |
| He don' t really want a nigga to climb | |
| You' d rather separate me from my family forever | |
| Instead of trying to keep us together | |
| You motherfuckers would rather keep me down | |
| So what I rap about these streets | |
| That don' t make me be no less of a man | |
| Than a person that do work with his hands | |
| It' s bad enough I got to deal with all these pressures that stand | |
| You tryin' to make me stray away from my plan | |
| Know what I' m sayin'? | |
| I' m 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 mother' s at work | |
| My grandfather was my dad and when he died it hurt | |
| And as I hold back the tears my eyewells swell | |
| I been praying for heaven, I been living in hell | |
| And these niggas in my age group is dead or either locked up | |
| The bitches no better, they smoked out or knocked up | |
| But I still love my hood, that' s where it started | |
| Ain' t no hard feelings, we partners nigga, regardless | |
| That' s why you always see me coming around | |
| Cause I could never turn my back on my town but still I' m | |
| Watching us unfold with the times | |
| He don' t really want a nigga to climb | |
| You' d rather separate me from my family forever | |
| Instead of trying to keep us together | |
| You motherfuckers would rather keep me down | |
| Watching us unfold with the times | |
| He don' t really want a nigga to climb | |
| You' d rather separate me from my family forever | |
| Instead of trying to keep us together | |
| You motherfuckers would rather keep me down | |
| 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 | |
| Fuck a nigga talking bout me, I' m a G | |
| The realest motherfucker ever done it | |
| You can' t continue to pimp me and y' all eat from it | |
| So fuck every soul who ever felt like I owed | |
| Them a god damn dime, or a god damn rhyme | |
| Or a god damn chance, motherfucker you sad | |
| You a grown ass man, holding a nigga 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 it' s them | |
| Fuck you, you and you her | |
| Him and him, Tom, Dick and Kim | |
| All of y' all stand accused saying fuck to me | |
| And I done bought your children' s shoes I' m | |
| Watching us unfold with the times | |
| He don' t really want a nigga to climb | |
| You' d rather separate me from my family forever | |
| Instead of trying to keep us together | |
| You motherfuckers would rather keep me down | |
| Watching us unfold with the times | |
| He don' t really want a nigga to climb | |
| You' d rather separate me from my family forever | |
| Instead of trying to keep us together | |
| You motherfuckers would rather keep me down |
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