[00:00.30]My momma used to say, "Never quit, baby that just don't exist!"
[00:03.60]And just cause she'll suck ya *****, don't mean you could trust the *****!
[00:06.37]I'm just giving you the real
[00:08.93]Cause I don't come from Hollywood or Beverly Hills
[00:11.78]I'm from where mothers don't care and babies get killed
[00:14.52]Where you gotta rob and go steal for stomachs to fill
[00:17.11]And it's hard for a young, black ***** like myself
[00:20.19]Where the police compare oneself with everybody else
[00:23.17]So that means if you yourself they think you're everybody else
[00:25.91]So I don't care 'bout no one else
[00:27.42]Just my family and myself
[00:28.73]Yeah, that's just my way of thinkin'
[00:30.17]In my city and it helps cause no one gives a *****
[00:32.47]About me, you, or nobody else
[00:34.27]And it's cool
[00:35.29]I'm still livin' over East
[00:36.41]We still chillin', sippin' lean
[00:37.61]Smokin' swishas, stackin' hunnits to the ceilin'
[00:39.78]We still winnin'
[00:40.90]We just fightin' to survive
[00:42.65]It's a shame I gotta ride with this nina on my side
[00:45.21]They used to say...
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[00:47.30]Rings and watches, kings deposites
[00:48.32]Chains that seemed preposterous
[00:50.25]Gettin' paper never seemed monotonous
[00:52.61]Time is money, the streets is watchin' like a scene from Clockers
[00:56.63]Fiends is nauseous, chicken wings they gossip
[00:59.53]*****s wings is tied up in dreams and product
[01:02.24]The block gets hotter when the streets is dried up
[01:04.96]We react like shottas when *****s is fired up
[01:07.65]On some James Brown *****t, I'mma take you higher
[01:10.81]To stay live *****s still livin' like The Wire
[01:13.40]A tight rope so they steppin' on that white ****
[01:16.22]I ride with my *****s cause that's the cycle
[01:19.15]Suppliers, buyers, leaning like they biased
[01:21.91]This is circus, *****s and broads wearin' wires
[01:24.71]The eye of the tiger in my iris
[01:27.56]Eyes on the prize, I'm a fighter
[01:29.93]
[01:30.25]Me and my pops shared the same home phone number
[01:33.96]Called us "single parent home", sorry, wrong number
[01:36.41]I did my push ups, and my homework, and my house work
[01:39.10]And my dirt, talk back until my mouth hurt
[01:42.06]Daddy furious, Trey hopped in the car though, close the car door
[01:46.10]Wonderin' why our father God couldn't spare Rod for
[01:48.93]Spoiler alert, Trey get out the car and walk home with his heart broke
[01:52.79]My poppa love me, ops left me
[01:55.82]Stains fed me, and they dressed me
[01:58.75]Come home freshly dressed and he addressed me
[02:01.36]And he pressed me
[02:02.72]Called me a thief, called me a boy, called me a coward
[02:06.17]At least he ain't call me from county with an hour worth of advice from my 5 day
[02:10.58]Why Doughboy couldn't have the same pops that he had on Friday?
[02:13.40]I'd rather be a real man than a real *****, real talk