[Intro: sample from the movie Belly]
It's war out here, mad niggas is dyin’
You don't want that shit to be you, right?
"Nah"
I know you gon' hold it down, though, you know mean?
These niggas out here ain’t really worth it
"You a ill nigga, though, I like your style"
[Verse 1]
Look
Nights at the telly I'm plottin' up on my next check
Flowin' the sickest, I just took that shit off a bed rest
Vibin' out while the old Jigga bumpin' outta my headset
I know these niggas wondering who gon' become the vet' next
Name a, sicker nigga from the ghetto, I rise
Pick out the blind to see them niggas bustin’ metals outside
Stretchin’ on pies, bet I'mma rise
It was hard to see the light but we had our eyes set on the prize
Granny prayin’ 'cause we livin' in sin
A real boss put his niggas in the position to win
But it was tough, the conditions we in
Not from the riches and glitz
Either movin' them bricks tryna put food in the fridge
Or you strippin’, bet she takin' any option for the money, nigga
Hit the pole she pick it up and drop it like a clumsy nigga
Or you on the field tryna make it to the league
Or you workin' 9-to-5 tryna make a lil' green
Paint a picture when your pops gettin' set up in traffic
Your mama only piece of mind is in the medicine cabinet
The way the system set up is tragic
So it's good to see my brother in a cap and gown instead of a casket
Was a set up that happened, the get I bread up is habit [?]
'cause the crackers try to tell us that we never would have it
It was hard, we were fed up with lackin', never settle for average
I'm thinkin' when I lay my head on the mattress
Bein' broke gave me a different vibe, name a chick as sick as I
These rappers spittin' lies, these bitches know they couldn't go head-to-head; I'm a different height
Yeah I need a Arizona and a trip to Chi'
It's Buffalo, New York
It's war out here, mad niggas is dyin’
You don't want that shit to be you, right?
"Nah"
I know you gon' hold it down, though, you know mean?
These niggas out here ain’t really worth it
"You a ill nigga, though, I like your style"
[Verse 1]
Look
Nights at the telly I'm plottin' up on my next check
Flowin' the sickest, I just took that shit off a bed rest
Vibin' out while the old Jigga bumpin' outta my headset
I know these niggas wondering who gon' become the vet' next
Name a, sicker nigga from the ghetto, I rise
Pick out the blind to see them niggas bustin’ metals outside
Stretchin’ on pies, bet I'mma rise
It was hard to see the light but we had our eyes set on the prize
Granny prayin’ 'cause we livin' in sin
A real boss put his niggas in the position to win
But it was tough, the conditions we in
Not from the riches and glitz
Either movin' them bricks tryna put food in the fridge
Or you strippin’, bet she takin' any option for the money, nigga
Hit the pole she pick it up and drop it like a clumsy nigga
Or you on the field tryna make it to the league
Or you workin' 9-to-5 tryna make a lil' green
Paint a picture when your pops gettin' set up in traffic
Your mama only piece of mind is in the medicine cabinet
The way the system set up is tragic
So it's good to see my brother in a cap and gown instead of a casket
Was a set up that happened, the get I bread up is habit [?]
'cause the crackers try to tell us that we never would have it
It was hard, we were fed up with lackin', never settle for average
I'm thinkin' when I lay my head on the mattress
Bein' broke gave me a different vibe, name a chick as sick as I
These rappers spittin' lies, these bitches know they couldn't go head-to-head; I'm a different height
Yeah I need a Arizona and a trip to Chi'
It's Buffalo, New York
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