| [Talking:] | |
| Don't forget the drank and the ****** ****** | |
| Not so much on the hoes, but really the ****** though for real | |
| [Z-Ro:] | |
| If you think that Bentley means I made it, then you sadly mistaken | |
| That's just the money I saved up, another chance I was taking | |
| So many more hustles besides rapping, my ass is Jamaican | |
| Told y'all life was aiight when the money came, truth is I was faking | |
| I can't remember the last fifteen years, it's a cloud of kush smoke | |
| Port 180 and Port 12, prescriptions for some good ****** | |
| Sued for this and sued for that, I made it up out my hood though | |
| I don't feel I'm really appreciated, unless I'm in my hood though | |
| Truth is, all them ******z might hate me like a mo'****** | |
| Truth is, sometimes I even hate me like a mo'****** | |
| Cause no matter how far I get, away from the hating | |
| Either it's fifteen minutes away from me, or it's right in my face | |
| When the ****** a stranger show you more respect, than the person you lay down with | |
| Trying to tell the person you lay down with, I hope you drown ****** | |
| When you see me without my jewelry on, in one of them foreign whips | |
| I'm never ever smiling, cause I never ever learned how to enjoy this ******t | |
| [Hook:] | |
| I know what it look like, I'm on top and it's all good | |
| Truth is, I'm fifteen minutes from living back in the hood | |
| I know what it look like, I don't have a care in this world | |
| ******t but I'm sick to my stomach, from worry I just might hurl | |
| I know what it look like, I'm just having a good time | |
| Can't concentrate on the money, cause I'm losing my mind | |
| I know what it look like, I'm the man of steel | |
| God done already let me know, I'm just a man for real | |
| [Billy Brasco:] | |
| Now every time you see me, it look like I'm balling brah | |
| But you don't see my pain mayn, and the problems I got piling up | |
| I got police on my ******, now I gotta keep my antennas up | |
| But I'ma keep getting rich, that's prolly why I don't give a ****** | |
| And the streets say they need me, and this cash that I mash for | |
| But these snitch ******z so weak, they telling on they own kin folks | |
| And you gotta watch your family, cause they could be your worst enemy | |
| And we gon' make it out the hood, if you a real G then it's understood | |
| And I'm steady choking on good, better yet a lit cigarette | |
| Cause I can't take this pain mayn, letting all this stress that's on my neck | |
| And much respect for my homies, that's caught off in the struggle | |
| Keeping that tool for a ****** ******, wan' flex his muscle | |
| And you gotta keep hustling head up, and sent two steps | |
| You think that you got it bad, my bro just for two and his kids arrest | |
| Lock my up for my videos, the police say they too real | |
| So when I see em I drop my top, and work my wood wheel | |
| And it's R.I.P. to the Pimp, and much love to that Bun | |
| That's just the life I chose, a trill ****** on the run | |
| And this only for my family son, so when them props come | |
| I'ma be a gangsta bout em, and let my hustle embrace em partna |
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