And you cant make it out the hood if you ain't got no hustle No they ain't tryna hear you out cuz everybody struggle You ain't gon find it in these streets so let yo mama love you I stay prepared you never know what time that drama coming But fuck the drama bro we got em look our time is coming And time is money but they don't see that like they blind or something Bitches screaming my name like they just ain't have no holler for me Ima let that Nina cum on all y'all thats just how I'm coming murk your ass for nothing Nigga don't wait til i'm dead to show me the love real Seven six twos with my heart and i know that love kills And if its beef we ain't stopping until his blood spill I grew up watching my brothers making them drug deals I cant relate to these niggas its just not in my blood I wish i could've been round when nigga had fucked iggy up i know that shit gon stick with me forever Know these niggas want check me off put that on them bro i wont let em I wont let up either i know all these niggas want see me set up But i always keep my head up through the pressure without effort Let the bull shit walk until it walk into a big stepper Stupid nigga don't get hit in yo chest for playing checkers I come from the projects them OG's ain't kicking knowledge Them youngins like a plane they bound to crash without a pilot You cant be up on my team if you snitching like Jeremy Shockey On trains at the trolly he tweaking to be a body Tweaking to be a victim Niggas locked in the system Went to jail in the summer he bout to do 10 winters I wished a nigga would then fucked around and caught a splinter You aint neva take no losses how you expect to be a winner Niggas tryna be friend us Niggas changing their gender Heard you starving yo bros and giving your all to women My bros ain't kicking no doors they hitting niggas through tinder Don't stress because i'm blessed but live the life of a sinner Show my hand nigga tell me where my flaws at Wild life always on my dick he need to fall back Pause that don't want em thinking i'm with all that You know i only speak the real when i broadcast But you the type to ask a nigga for his hall pass Fraud packs ion even know what you call gas Its y'all fault ion even know why y'all mad I had to get my Mr.Clean on while they talked trash Now we only talk cash We cant even talk profits I know some niggas killed their man over a couple dollars Felt you was snaking through your dap now you can't get no holler A dome shot would have him dancing like NLE choppa We part of the problem