[Intro]
I want to start this one out by saying rest in peace to my brother Geno
He was k**ed right in front of grandmother's window
21 years old
Everybody else who died in the 'ville
Lil Lloyd, Angelo, I know you watching over me, n***as
[Verse 1]
The high school dropout, no respect for anyone
I defied the odds and made it to see 21
My CDs pound, the TV's down
If only my brother Geno could see me now
I came a long way from them long days servin' yay
Thanks to Pharris you can hear my songs play every day
It feels good, grimeyville gold in the streets
I'm still hood, I show up to these shows 50 deep
And every one of us strapped, get whacked you want play
They all from the streets, and'll clap for Bump J
Chicago gotta love me man it's packed I'm on stage
Squashed the beef, got a couple tracks from Kanye
I might use 2 or 3, I got deals on the table
But I'm taking my time just doin' me
I'll be cool, watch me, I'm a winner
And I know it sounds co*ky but...
[Hook]
(Nothing's gonna stop me)
Nah, I'm no angel, but God must love me
Shootouts close range and not a slug touched me
Trust me
I'm telling you, nothing
I come from the gutter, the ground
I have no choice but to come up
I will not let my family down, now
I ain't f**ing around
[Verse 2]
I been through it, hell yeah
I swear to the Lord, I wish lil Lloyd was still here
For real yeah, Dee got hit in his head
He never got back his legs, he's in a wheelchair
Haz went in '99, he still there
Focused on his grind he grabbed that iron for that meal, yeah
But they told, he shoulda known they was amatuers
They got my mans locked in a box for 8 calendars
Muhammad too, he had a mean crossover
But he crossed over started ballin with them blues (them goons)
Wrong move, he got knocked copped out for 6
He's in 4 so, he'll be home soon
Angelo got set up, he tried to fight 'em
I see his son, the little n***a look just like him
And all these n***as watch me
Think I'm worried ‘bout a n***a tryna pop me?
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Now I'm rappin', they tell me put down the MAC-10
And give this sh** a shot
So I put it down
Look around and a light bulb pop up
I think about Big and Pac
Two guys on top of the world, with all the controversy
You can say them two brothers got shot by the world
And just think, I'm still a shorty
Jam Master Jay got popped up and he was damn near 40
I know, it'll never stop
That's why I keep the metal co*ked
Let it pop sh** if a n***a pop sh**
I ride to Big, I used to bump Pac's sh**
I love ‘em like they was one of my mom and pop's kids
You figure it out, I got two shorties stuck in the ghetto
I'm working on gettin' ‘em out
Till then I will not sleep, I'm just hustlin', you copy?
[Hook]