Lyrics:
Only 5 foot 7 but keep the big boy blunts
Thuggin’ on a fuck nigga like
You a bitch don't jump
Flexed a little with the Draymond style
But I'm A1 now
(yeah)
They try too hard to relate to me
They treat a minute with me
Like it's therapy time all of a sudden
We brothers like they got father
In a cemetery
try, then you wanna cry
Get out of my face with that weak shit
It ain't just a grind, I stay organized
And keep a schedule on the weekends
I'm hard
wanna be great
I need a six pack by the end of today!
He who lacks patience will forever have to wait
Real niggas don't fold I'm forever gone be straight
without a plan
Never did I stop to pursue this my mood is like a fan
I'm feeling good, you know you should
Wake up feeling real hard dawg like some morning
treasure
We built up a whole new home that's better
Than the one we fled from
We've been tested by so much
But at the end of it all home is your touch
To my
and give no shits
Nights like this my life at risk
5 more shots 2 vital hits
No need for wits survival tip
Just Jump jump and move a lil bit
Walking with
pretend
And my little homie’s doing twenty five
If God exists why he never try
To show us that this life is more than pain
'Cause is hard to live when
done seen a good kid start OD
I done seen bro die in front of police
So I try not to cry every day now
Swear I still feel the pain when I lay down
If
why his heart full of anger (his heart full of anger)
Can't send the addy to no stranger, that shit put us up in danger, life of a gangster
Try
Had to get off my ass, man I had to try man
I got to get a bag even if it's five bands
I remember hitting licks for them flatscreens
On hard streets
I
tune
Same wasteman wanna spit on my tune
Wasteman bars can't fit on my tune
They try hard
But they still sound shit on my tune
Producers wanna bootleg my
the way back
And I'm acting like Dennis in Vegas, stacking up wins
I'm a young black boy, armed, dangerous
To those who want to come and try harm
No time for asking
No going back to get hurt
I take a little from the mixture
Try to fit it into the picture
Got a place where you're standing
Dig
their knives
It's hard when we work side by side
Oh kept sayin' stuff 'bout me that just the same
Pretendin' I'll be real strained
To turn around and be
trappers knew my number off by heart
And rest in peace to Virgil, I still Off-White hard
When you grind how I grind, it's a matter of time, it's not by
was owned you see
But my sin by Christ been atoned for me
Now my life is a message for all to see
From a g to a pastor is hard to believe
But my
gimmicks
I don't want to be mainstream, I want to PISS in it
I'll eat you twice, invite you back for thirds to lose
Try again and get ate 4 times like 32
By
kept you strong
But now you don't know if you can carry on
Time, comes down very hard
No matter how you try
You'll never get by
raise up
Then off to the south, the streets would of made us
We making money, but we never let it change us
Like my nigga Hard say, it ain't
In my city blocks we got
Projects that's one story
Watch the pit walk with no leash
And hold a gun for me
Kids get knocked by police and
Get a drug
hole
You can look at it but don't fall in it
Love? Well we've been married almost fifty years
You have to try real hard and work at it
And look
Oi P it's your round
Na it's your round
Oi it's your fucking round man I got the last fucking round!
Hey you still owe me five anyway bro! You get
it up and string it
Open up and sting it
Ooh, what's up, you think I'm jokin'?
Just because I'm broke and I came here by a token?
Yeah aight, sleep
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