[Intro]
(Al Geno on the track)
Woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
He cry, she cry, they cry, but it's different when a gangsta cryin'
He rich, she rich, they rich, but it's different when a gangsta shinin'
He shoot, they shoot, he shoot, but it's different when a gangsta firin'
I asked God, "Was it different when a real nigga prayin'?" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I asked the mic, "Was it different when a real nigga singing?"
Yeah, I asked the world, "Was it different when a street nigga famous?"
[Verse 1: NoCap]
My nigga say he don't know who told
All said was "The streets ain't the same no more"
My other nigga, he went up the road
Ain't no tellin' what he thinkin' when them gates start closin'
The nigga start foldin', your soul unfocused
And them bitches start rollin', ayy
Your momma need a shoulder
Your son need some school clothes and he need some folders
It's so hard being famous, when you was nameless
The judge don't really know ya, grab a poster, he paint ya
Think your lawyer sold you out, you told 'em "Fuck 'em," not "Thank you"
That just how real it get
No one can fix that, no one can give it back
You gotta live there, it's no more real there
It's five niggas in your cell, you gotta shit there
You layin' down, thinkin' 'bout your dead homies, tears shed to your ears
(Al Geno on the track)
Woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
He cry, she cry, they cry, but it's different when a gangsta cryin'
He rich, she rich, they rich, but it's different when a gangsta shinin'
He shoot, they shoot, he shoot, but it's different when a gangsta firin'
I asked God, "Was it different when a real nigga prayin'?" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I asked the mic, "Was it different when a real nigga singing?"
Yeah, I asked the world, "Was it different when a street nigga famous?"
[Verse 1: NoCap]
My nigga say he don't know who told
All said was "The streets ain't the same no more"
My other nigga, he went up the road
Ain't no tellin' what he thinkin' when them gates start closin'
The nigga start foldin', your soul unfocused
And them bitches start rollin', ayy
Your momma need a shoulder
Your son need some school clothes and he need some folders
It's so hard being famous, when you was nameless
The judge don't really know ya, grab a poster, he paint ya
Think your lawyer sold you out, you told 'em "Fuck 'em," not "Thank you"
That just how real it get
No one can fix that, no one can give it back
You gotta live there, it's no more real there
It's five niggas in your cell, you gotta shit there
You layin' down, thinkin' 'bout your dead homies, tears shed to your ears
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