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Yeah, you know there's gonna be some things in your life
That change your whole demonstration
But whatever you do
Keep it 100 with yourself

And with your team
You dig
I done  put my sweat and tears in this shit
Be damned if I shed tears for a bitch

I'm on my own, just me and my stick
Money on my mind, got no time for your shit
Gotta stay on, it's grind or hit a lick
Can't get tricked, off the street or on the bricks

Be your own man, and do your own shit
Back against the wall, but I'm dealin' with the shit
I ride alone, on my hustle
And keep some extra muscle

In case niggas wanna tussle
I'm a buss for to get a chance to blast first
I'm a cutthroat, guess you ain't learned from the last verse
Lyrical assassin, I always put in work

Niggas always askin' how I get it out the dirt
I do this with a passion, and I know I'm worth
The streets was a passage, I turned into my turf
Sometimes I feel blessed, other times I feel cursed
Seen too many of my niggas carried in a hearse
And if I had the power, then time would be reversed
And we'd be back on the block, but this time make the money work
But that is just a dream, and to me, that's what hurts

So I'ma pour some liquor out, for my niggas in the earth
This some shit we all deal with, since the day of birth
Names tatted on the flesh, faces sprayed on my shirt

I done put my sweat and tears in this shit
Be damned if I shed tears for a bitch
I'm on my own, just me and my stick
Money on my mind, got no time for ya shit
Gotta stay on, it's grind or hit a lick

Can't get tricked, off the street or on the bricks
Be your man, and do your own shit
Back against the wall, but I'm dealing with the shit

Everything I been through, it was taken as a lesson
My hands already pressure and my mind is a weapon
Momma told me, watch the snakes, daddy told me, keep the K
If a nigga feel cocky, get him out the way
Cleveland been some Indians, we the home of the braves

The streets took so many men for the pen and the grave
I pray, you snitch ass niggas dont make another day
Make room for a real one, cause you in the way
And you Basic ass bitches, with your body out of place

Everything fake about you, they should've gave you ass a case
Yeah, we in the streets, you better watch what you say
No, I ain't your friend, and I ain't here to play
Shit humbles you thru time when the shine go away

Have you standing in the mirror with that look on your face
And you say I done gave it my all, just so I could ball
What goes up, always gon' fall

I done put my sweat and tears in this shit
Be damned if I shed tears for a bitch
I'm on my own, just me and my stick
Money on my mind, got no time for your shit
Gotta stay on, it's grind or hit a lick
Can't get tricked, off the street or on the bricks
Be your own man, and do your own shit
Back against the wall, but I'm dealin' with the shit

I done put my sweat and tears in this shit
Be damned if I shit, tears for a bitch
I'm on my own, just me and my stick
Money on my mind, got no time for your shit
Gotta stay on, it's grind or hit a lick
Can't get tricked, off the street or on the bricks
Be your own man, and do your own shit
Back against the wall, but I'm dealin' with the shit
Yeah, you know, stuff humbles you through time

Whatever you do, keep it a hundred
Keep it true, you know

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