Yeah, uh, woo, uh, let me talk to y 'all, uh, yeah, just let me borrow some time for y 'all,
uh, yeah, uh, woo, uh, you on shit, niggas, uh, uh, yeah, uh, yeah
Life's a struggle,
you born alone and you die alone
In between life's pages,
you get to grind on
Hurtful when you never snitched,
you threw the time for him
Nigga try to play,
you bring the knives for him
Ride on him, catch him in traffic and
squeeze the gauge on him
Rain on him,
gollies in them niggas with the cage form
Shit, motherfuckers swore
they had me trapped in a bus
I had to play and plot,
but fall back and brainstorm
Napalm, bomb on him, the
plan is to stay calm
React like
Saddam, but cool as the
Fonz on him
These niggas ain't killers,
I'm pullin' the vials on them, they chumps
Chips ain't even monkeys, heard from gorillas,
ain't livin' your rhymes out
You live with your minds,
and you ain't pushin' them rides
And you ain't whippin'
them nines out
You livin' a lie, and you continue to lie
And we continue to mine, burnin' my mind,
we movin' out, nigga
Uh, from war ring tears to white tees,
yeah
From crack puddles to black burners, uh
From cold winters to hot summers
From
North and
South
Philly to
South
Beach, uh
From jail cells to plush suites, yeah
From
Timberlands to
Nik e's, uh
From button -ups to hood suites
Still keepin' it hood,
rockin' the streets, come on
Comin' up,
I ain't had name brand nothin' on her
All my shirts, they had the
Tigers on her, ironed on her
Then I got myself together,
went and grind for it
She was strugglin',
couldn't ask my mom's for it, my era
Them lil' niggas with them
K's, that'll bar barrier
They would strip you neck
and leavin' you with nothin' on
Catch you at the light
and steppin' off area
This goes for all areas,
wherever hustlin' goes on
It's a whole lot of bustin' involved
People dyin', lot of cryin',
lot of fussin' goin' on
I seen people be there in the day
And by the night disappear in the fog
Then reappear in the morn'
Then they name just appear on your arm
With a tat sayin' it's for my dogs
But nigga, this for my dogs
No tats, so I'm spittin' them raps
So they ain't hear you if
I leave here tomorrow
But I'll be here tomorrow
Uh, from
War ages to
White
T's
Yeah, from crack puddles to black burners
Uh, from cold winters to hot summers
From
North to
South
Philly to
South
Beach
Uh, from jail cells to plus suites
Yeah, from
Timberlands to
Nike's
Uh, from button -ups to hood suites
Still keepin' it hood up in the streets
If had a dollar for every person
Caught up in a system that was innocent
I'd be richer than the president
Was incarcerated?
Now you see me on your internet, spit
So need my definition, that's the vividest
Spit, knew I could spit
Now you know I got the intellect
and the tech
So tryna come at me is frivolous
Y 'all talkin' killer shit
But y talkin' gibberishness
Cause I ain't killin' shit
Let y 'all go and hate me to death
First case was in the bay in the theft
My first felon was attempt to deliver
Cause I attempt to deliver
Now picture me tryna
attempt to deliver
Nowadays I bring
that shit to your steps
Then tell that shit to your reps
Matter fact, I got a clip for your reps
Pump a slug in that face and dump
that ass in the river for smoked beef
We tryna keep shit safe,
that's for my people with the keys in the safe
We gon' squeeze for our niggas
From
Warrantiers to
White
T's, yeah
From crack bundles to black burners, uh
From cold winters to hot summers
From
North and
South
Philly to
South
Beach, uh
From jail cells to plus suites, yeah
From
Timberlands to
Nike's, uh
From button ups to hoods, we
Still keepin' it hood, rockin' the streets,
come on
Freeway 
