Lyrics

I play the hood till it?s all good
My actions speak louder than the gat could
I alternate between the dutchies and the backwoods
I understand cause a nigga once under stood? under street lights
Tryna get my feet right, my face fed
You know the basics of the street life
Montana said, ?Your balls and your word??
I put it all on the curb
My pants sag, I don?t brag
I let ya?ll observe
Serve fact to the non-living, non-fiction
Book to the bookies, got the Sixers over Pistons
My mission?s full of premonitions
See the evils but I deal with the bigger vision
They threw sixteen shots and they all miss him
Why he still living?
I seen a couple holding cells, never been to prison
Nigga you don?t know me well
Just let me do my bidding
Before I have to show him whale
Nigga what you fishin??

Think of ways to get paid
It ain?t no day in the shade
No degree or a trade
I can?t do minimum wage
So my hustle?s The Play
That means the hood is a stage
Been rehearsing for days
And when the lights on fade
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You know the settings of the underworld
The only props out here is what you do to send a nigga to the other world
And I done pimped on other nigga?s girls
So in turn, he was the trick
He got the clam but I got the pearl
Type of shit to make you earl
You can?t take the pressure then you go and cop the girl?
Blow the boy till you living in the dream world
My whole team clean
Tryna get the feigns theirs in my Nike Airs
Stump through the alleys in ballys
When I?m feeling Don Corlion status they aggie, weight is up
Ya?ll still fucking up baggies
Burn the block down, then pull up in the caddie? with the top down
Recruiters of the dealers and shooters who I hang around
Maneuver through the land of the losers where we lay it down
Cops stop and spray around
Watch what you say around here
No fear, fuck cops cause they ain?t around

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Plus the beats won?t let me chill
He got the buffet
I?m just tryna make me a mil
What did Puff say?
?All about the Benjies?
Mother of all envy
Root of all evil
Turn a brother to a enemy
center piece of any hustle
Place matters, the gat, a vile of crack, anything to make a nigga bubble
Make a lake from a puddle
They call drought so of course we go?n charge double
And sell ?em rubble
Sharp like Flintstones
I been grinding so long I can?t repent homes
Before I?m buried with the burden, I hope I gets on
Another day, another dollar
Gotta get it on
Even if I get it wrong
Roam like a cell phone
I do it for my niggas who ain?t never left home
Maybe upstate or visits to a group home
Ain?t nothing change
They just never left the stoop alone
And those who done moved on

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