[Verse 1: Dave East]
Two of the closest niggas there for me, tey no longer here with me
I'm wide awake, I'm scared to sleep
Afraid, though I ain't never been, Grandma said ain't no fear in me
Criminal, I prepared to be, in your feelings? Won't hear from me
I talk to God, the devil on the other line stressin'
Keep a weapon there, 'cause slippin' ain't how I'm gon' learn no lesson
Ain't no actors here, I told Bully, "I wish that Stack was here"
Mugga too, my hoody blue, so much ice, they gon' have to stare
Used to hate my building smell, half for the homies still in jail
Harlem different, either kill a cell or pray to lift your bail
White rice and tuna fish, way before Ruth Chris
We was broke, I ain't care who was rich, stick up kids do exist
Hard news, just listen, the dog food was clickin'
They moved bitch, long before I heard of Ludacris
I watched it with my own eyes, dirty kitchen for home fries
Hajji`s if ain't nothin' open, just make sure they toast mine
I'm thankful for them steak and cheese, I love the hood, I'd hate to leave
How the fuck was we trappin' outside when it was eight degrees?
I still have a hard time tryna understand why Ma$e would leave
Gave niggas the reason, plus the truth, I could relate to Beans
Free Meek, I'm just tryna chase a dream
They'd rather us upstate and grainy, you never had to chase a fiend
Passed them off the 'Gram, and then they ran before they paid you
Plus you gotta pay yo' connect and at your crib, it ain't no cable
You can't watch your favorite TV show, your jacket and your sneakers old
Summertime, you make it through, but you ain't tryna see the cold
Niggas turn to strippers when they see the pole
Plant the seed, the seed'll grow
My daughter need three million 'fore she three years old
Two of the closest niggas there for me, tey no longer here with me
I'm wide awake, I'm scared to sleep
Afraid, though I ain't never been, Grandma said ain't no fear in me
Criminal, I prepared to be, in your feelings? Won't hear from me
I talk to God, the devil on the other line stressin'
Keep a weapon there, 'cause slippin' ain't how I'm gon' learn no lesson
Ain't no actors here, I told Bully, "I wish that Stack was here"
Mugga too, my hoody blue, so much ice, they gon' have to stare
Used to hate my building smell, half for the homies still in jail
Harlem different, either kill a cell or pray to lift your bail
White rice and tuna fish, way before Ruth Chris
We was broke, I ain't care who was rich, stick up kids do exist
Hard news, just listen, the dog food was clickin'
They moved bitch, long before I heard of Ludacris
I watched it with my own eyes, dirty kitchen for home fries
Hajji`s if ain't nothin' open, just make sure they toast mine
I'm thankful for them steak and cheese, I love the hood, I'd hate to leave
How the fuck was we trappin' outside when it was eight degrees?
I still have a hard time tryna understand why Ma$e would leave
Gave niggas the reason, plus the truth, I could relate to Beans
Free Meek, I'm just tryna chase a dream
They'd rather us upstate and grainy, you never had to chase a fiend
Passed them off the 'Gram, and then they ran before they paid you
Plus you gotta pay yo' connect and at your crib, it ain't no cable
You can't watch your favorite TV show, your jacket and your sneakers old
Summertime, you make it through, but you ain't tryna see the cold
Niggas turn to strippers when they see the pole
Plant the seed, the seed'll grow
My daughter need three million 'fore she three years old
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