[Chorus: Ebony Love]
Took a lifetime to get here
One footstep in the streets, no fear
Haters tryin' to keep 'em down but they won't let 'em
When they die they go same once they go get 'em
Put that on everything
I know, I know (if I put it down)
I know, I know (you can plug it out)
I know, I know (you can make it now)
I know, put that on everything
[Verse 1: 8Ball]
Put it down leave a nigga stranded in the gutter
Everything I got I got it with my own hustle
If you can see the future tell me, am I still here?
My real niggers rolling with me like a wheel chair
My girl tell me: you've been working hard take a break
The world tell me: you a chef, nigga cook the cake
My plan was to be the greatest poet ever born
Speak for the real niggers, be a loud voice for 'em
My history long, nigga go and Google 8Ball
I tell stories from my life when I write songs
Not the greatest influence for growing little kids
Mama raised me good, this is what the streets did
Heaven waitin' on me I got too much shit to do
Never end the hustle pimpin', I am never through
Never over, never finished long as I'm breathin'
Long as I'm breathin', you better believe it
Took a lifetime to get here
One footstep in the streets, no fear
Haters tryin' to keep 'em down but they won't let 'em
When they die they go same once they go get 'em
Put that on everything
I know, I know (if I put it down)
I know, I know (you can plug it out)
I know, I know (you can make it now)
I know, put that on everything
[Verse 1: 8Ball]
Put it down leave a nigga stranded in the gutter
Everything I got I got it with my own hustle
If you can see the future tell me, am I still here?
My real niggers rolling with me like a wheel chair
My girl tell me: you've been working hard take a break
The world tell me: you a chef, nigga cook the cake
My plan was to be the greatest poet ever born
Speak for the real niggers, be a loud voice for 'em
My history long, nigga go and Google 8Ball
I tell stories from my life when I write songs
Not the greatest influence for growing little kids
Mama raised me good, this is what the streets did
Heaven waitin' on me I got too much shit to do
Never end the hustle pimpin', I am never through
Never over, never finished long as I'm breathin'
Long as I'm breathin', you better believe it
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