[Intro: Elcamino & Ella Andall]
We are different people, different races (Woo)
Different aspirations, different places (Yo, uh, yo)
[Verse 1: Elcamino]
I made the block on my own
Nobody taught me a thing, my house wasn't a home
My whip wasn't a Wraith, my kicks wasn't the Js
All I had was a gun, I'm still stuck in my ways
I'm always smokin' a blunt, I'm always holdin' a gun
I've always been the nigga to give the people what they want, uh
Bein' broke made me humble, now I got no choice but to stunt (I got no choice, nigga)
I stayed down on my ten so long, I fucked up my ones
I coulda been had an M, but I was young and was dumb (Word)
Spending more than I made, that's how I fucked up my onеs
I done stacked up a fortune I could givе to my sons and my daughter
How could I fall off when I'm walkin' on water in Timbs?
Ridin' around, listenin' to myself in the Benz (Skrrt)
I remember when I didn't have a quarter
Now I'm a six-figure nigga, I work out in Diadoras
Survival of the fittest, I'm a lion in the forest
Shootin' dice with the killers, from the streets, now we corporate
Still got pounds for the low, but that's just a nail in the coffin
Still keep one in the head and I leave the rest in the cartridge
We used to run the streets, now we rich, so we be joggin'
We are different people, different races (Woo)
Different aspirations, different places (Yo, uh, yo)
[Verse 1: Elcamino]
I made the block on my own
Nobody taught me a thing, my house wasn't a home
My whip wasn't a Wraith, my kicks wasn't the Js
All I had was a gun, I'm still stuck in my ways
I'm always smokin' a blunt, I'm always holdin' a gun
I've always been the nigga to give the people what they want, uh
Bein' broke made me humble, now I got no choice but to stunt (I got no choice, nigga)
I stayed down on my ten so long, I fucked up my ones
I coulda been had an M, but I was young and was dumb (Word)
Spending more than I made, that's how I fucked up my onеs
I done stacked up a fortune I could givе to my sons and my daughter
How could I fall off when I'm walkin' on water in Timbs?
Ridin' around, listenin' to myself in the Benz (Skrrt)
I remember when I didn't have a quarter
Now I'm a six-figure nigga, I work out in Diadoras
Survival of the fittest, I'm a lion in the forest
Shootin' dice with the killers, from the streets, now we corporate
Still got pounds for the low, but that's just a nail in the coffin
Still keep one in the head and I leave the rest in the cartridge
We used to run the streets, now we rich, so we be joggin'
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