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
you born alone and you die alone
Hurtful when you never snitched,
you threw the time for him
you bring the knives for him
Ride on him, catch him in traffic and
gollies in them niggas with the cage form
Shit, motherfuckers swore
they had me trapped in a bus
but fall back and brainstorm
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
You livin' a lie, and you continue to lie
And we continue to mine, burnin' my mind,
Uh, from war ring tears to white tees,
From crack puddles to black burners, uh
From cold winters to hot summers
From jail cells to plush suites, yeah
From button -ups to hood suites
rockin' the streets, come on
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,
couldn't ask my mom's for it, my era
Them lil' niggas with them
They would strip you neck
and leavin' you with nothin' on
wherever hustlin' goes on
It's a whole lot of bustin' involved
People dyin', lot of cryin',
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
But I'll be here tomorrow
Yeah, from crack puddles to black burners
Uh, from cold winters to hot summers
Uh, from jail cells to plus suites
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
Now you see me on your internet, spit
So need my definition, that's the vividest
Now you know I got the intellect
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
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
that's for my people with the keys in the safe
We gon' squeeze for our niggas
From crack bundles to black burners, uh
From cold winters to hot summers
From jail cells to plus suites, yeah
From button ups to hoods, we
Still keepin' it hood, rockin' the streets,