Whatever ethnic problem, dawg, better check it
I've been on both sides of burglaries, guns out and choked up
They been here, that's whassup, tomorrow's my promise
I just had fights for rings, ice and bling
Ain't no righteous thing but how I get the right to sing?
Poor, stole, then floss mo', had to tell a few niggaz
He had hot gear, rock yeah
Little Cam, it's just bloodshed resurrected
They been here, that's whassup, tomorrow's my promise
I'm a hustler, work in the closet, work in the kitchen
This ain't even me spittin', this Derek Wright and Armstead
I'm scared of commitment
Four months, got 'em some head right in the bed
Eighteen wit the three eighteen, that's blood, y'all
Course everybody gotta war story
To my streets, hold it down, all these hoes, hold your ground
So I pimp all these hoe sluts
For my fam, keep it up, those that fell, pick 'em up
Man, this shit'll get you choked up
It wit, yo, fucked up man, yo
I done ran through the NBC's, CBS's, 3GS's, VVS's
Wanna see 'em drive across roads
Yo, yo, I never had fights in rings
But I been down wit messy action
Death to [Incomprehensible], "Logic", I said
Add a fifth one in case the fourth one bore me
Similar to Jessie Jackson, the threat would happen
Work on the toilet, I'ma workaholic
For my fam, keep it up, those that fell, pick 'em up
Little cats, he would see our dreams
For my fam, keep it up, those that fell, pick 'em up
They been here, that's whassup, tomorrow's my promise
When they period come, it get slow but so what?
Baggetteses, princess cuts, diamond layers
Let's act brave, get it now, tomorrow's my promise
Clowns, they belong on Comic View
Y'knahmean? Uhh, uhh, you ain't got ya man here to share
Listen dawg, I'm beyond dead
I done spent nights in bings now I realized Christ the King
I swear to God, I hear more and more stories
That's why they Feds onto you when they form they assembly's
My man was a hell of a nigga, [Incomprehensible] wit the triggers
I'm in Jersey, the crib, four stories
I'ma love this year but blood ain't here
And the streets be talkin' like Donahue
And I never said, I'ma player
To fuck ass, dough, we had enough cash
Let's act brave, get it now, tomorrow's my promise
Fuck, see 'em at the crossroads
Now that he's not here, I feel that it's not fair
I'da been shot at, got at, backed stabbed, coked up
To my streets, hold it down, all these hoes, hold your ground
Even put the work with a glock
You stuck on the block like the ave got parenthesis
Outside, workin' and pitchin', work on the block
We would puff grass, plus hash, cut class
Almost doped up but had no guts
To my streets, hold it down, all these hoes, hold your ground
Ma kept resistin', I had to bounce wit my shit, man
I got big plans to blow up
