[Verse 1]
In this life that we live, they say it's k** or be k**ed
That's why I stress to my pops, I gotta get me some steel
I turned 18 there's no more squabs, sh** is real
If n***as wanna get to riffing, they'll be mixing with Smith and...
I stopped sleeping, started living off adrenaline
Soul of a hustler, heart of a Minute Man
I can't f** with too many n***as, too many n***as is hoes
I don't pray for my fools dog, I prey on my fools
You got your friends and you got your n***as that's down to ride
You got your mans and you got them n***as that run and hide
Sometimes you only got your own and ain't words in mind
And everyone's exposed when you face the hardest times
Cause when the beef hit, n***as sleep quick
All that talk about that street sh**? (Psh) yall hit feet quick
Walking through these city blocks, these n***as shine like beacons
Usually the first n***as that get sent to the deacons, Lord!
sh** is breezy, made me wanna mask every night
Hoodied up, plotting under street lights, getting bent
Keep that crucifix around my neck
Lord you know my soul so I repent
Late night, bed side, hands clenched
Keep that crucifix around my neck
Lord you know my soul so I repent
Late night, wide awake, cold sweat
[Verse 2]
Feelin' in my melanin, all this sh** these n***as tellin' me dog
This job train mad slow, and my ticket ain't gone get me home
Holla back at big homie, like "n***a go ahead and put me on"
My pockets mad thick, and I don't know if I can hold down much longer
I had my head in the clouds and my foot on the corner
They said I was ten toes down, and five away from the coroner
When yo brother doing dirty and yo nephew a gang banger
My other brother lost his job and thinking 'bout coke slanging
Now he was straight for his traps, it's a seven year bid
With no job, in this mess, how he gone pay for his meds?
And these n***as rapping, make this sh** look so easy
That's why I smoke so many blacks and listen to so much Jeezy
Cause this n***a did more for Philly, than Hanks or Denzel
It's only half of what twitter says, and the other half is what the pen tells
And stop comparing me to these n***as
And all that slick talk on twitter got me wanting to air some of these n***as
And n***as down with Hit-Boy, but where's yo hits boy?
Tell these n***as what my momma told me: you ain't sh** boy
[Verse 3]
n***as b**hin' and they mad cause no one listening
Talk that sh** then kick that "You from Philly? I love Philly man!"
What should I worry for my tape ain't even done yet
I'm doing all these shows, f**ing these hoes, you having fun yet?
But like my bros said, yeah good can be better
T-shirt can be a sweater, that denim can be some leather
That Benz could be a Bentley and yeah it's nice and so cal
But I heard that southern France has some much better weather damn
Grande can't have his own shine for once?
n***as wanna ride my wave, and rock my stage, and smoke my blunts
But like my mans said n***as dirty behind ya back
And talk filthy, face-to-face smiles and shakes you, still guilty
I'd rather be on the box for rocking than in a text book
Nine to five money slope, look at how my check look
My mind playing tricks on me, this sh** sick homie
I worked my way from 20 sacks to flipping bricks homie
[Verse 4]
Had to put that hustle down, come back down again
Stomach start to grumble now, lost a couple pounds and sh**
Played at different ball parks, found a new mound to pitch
Bars is what I spit so many nights I get tired of sh**
Corny n***as say they support steady lying and sh**
Swallow my pride before tears, crying and sh**
And I can't even trust these shorties, act fake, look real
Trust no b**h, even Atalya k**s
I knew n***as be jealous, it was too over-zealous
Made a lane in the game there ain't sh** that you can tell him
I am what I am, and I do what I do
I keep a nine over the shoulders and one for the red and blue
Keep a extra in these jeans, can't see an end to these means
I recognize my mistakes, but I never regret a thing
I am what I am, and I do what I do
I keep a nine over the shoulders and one for the red and blue
Keep a extra in these jeans, can't see an end to these means
I recognize my mistakes, but I never regret a thing