Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh child, things will get brighter
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh child, things will get brighter
Standing on the set, kush on my breath
Shooter to my left tryna earn some respect
I was on that street sh**
Dropped out of school cause I thought I'd never be sh**
Know I got the weed, what you got? Give me three, sh**
Same f** n***a man, always on that cheap sh**
Talking 'bout he f**ed up but always on some free sh**
You ain't got no money, you ain't gettin' no f**ing weed, b**h
Look, real hustler, serving all the fiends
Man I'm all about the cream, I'll sell a b**h a dream
Street n***a, never sell out on my team
I was in investigation, I ain't tell them boys a thing
I was taught never talk, never sing
War time, youngins always kept a Glock with a beam
You n***as buggin' man, keep that sh** a hunnid man
Talking all that tough sh** but you ain't really thuggin' man
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh child, things will get brighter
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh child, things will get brighter
f** a punchline, I was bagging up dimes
Trapping when it's crunch time, youngins on the front line
Real sh**, tryna make a dollar out of fifteen cent
Gotta sell these Knicks, help my momma pay the rent
Light skin as sh** but I'm known to use my fists
Trapping like I'm Mitch, I get money, f** a b**h
Stacking all my chips, got me feeling like I'm rich
But then again
I'm feeling like 50 when he dropped "Many Men"
Only got myself, I don't trust any man
Pull up to the club, they like, "Let Bibby in," I snuck a semi in
n***as know I cop j**els and I drop j**els
But the j**elry that I buy, I will not lose
Yeah I had to learn the streets but it's not school
Talking business 'round a b**h, sh** is not cool
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh child, things will get brighter
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh child, things will get brighter
Free James, my n***a, fight dirty
When you out here in these streets, gotta watch out for these birdies
And I keep God with me so nobody else could hurt me
But I still get nervous, so I'm gripping on the thirty
You gotta feel this
I take you through the block like a field trip
One mistake, it cost your life, real quick
Where every young n***a wanna be real rich
Only thing they know how to do, rob and k** sh**
I know it's f**ed up, but I'm happy that I lucked up
Got my bucks up, all my n***as, what's up?
I grew up a f**ing screw up
Got introduced to the game, that's when everything changed
Self-made, nobody taught me a thing
Buying all these chains, tryna get rid of the pain
Street life, I done that, I seen that
And this one for my city, man I love you, I mean that
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh child, things will get brighter
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh child, things will get brighter