297 Parkside Black Soprano Family & Rick Hyde (Ft. ElCamino & Stove God Cooks)

[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'