![]() Neglected, for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted To kick the truth to the young black youthīut shorty's running wild smokin' sess drinkin' beerĪnd ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin' in his ear Leave it up to me while I be living proof We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocksĪnd stray shots, all on the block that stays hot To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain Who explained working hard may help you maintain I guess that's the time when I'm not depressedīut I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth? Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess Living in the world no different from a cellĮveryday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base The court played me short, now I face incarcerationīut as the world turns I learned life is hell Trying to get a clutch at what I could not Which failed I went to jail at the age of 15Ī young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrivalĪnd stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deepĪ man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M. It's been twenty-two long hard years, I'm still strugglin' Yo nigga respect mine, or here go the TEC-9 Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's So I got with a sick ass click and went all out My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all No question I would speed, for cracks and weed Had second hands, moms bounced on old menĪ young youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo gooseĪnd let's start it like this son, rollin' with this oneīut it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiendĪnd running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side (Dolla dolla bill y'all) Check this shit, yo! (Cash Rules Everything Around Me) Take you on a natural joint Word up, two for fives them niggas got garbage down the way, word up (Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over here baby Diggs, Russell T.Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five finger shit) Hunter, Lamont Jody Hawkins, Matt Penttilla, Ray Cash, Robert F. Fitts, Clifford Smith, Corey Woods, David Porter, Dennis D. ![]() ![]() Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five finger shit)
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