[Intro]
(So-so, Soul Soundz)
(T-T-T-T-T-Think we found a loophole)
Gangsta pain (Turn me up YC)
Gotta feel this
[Chorus]
Give 'em your all, they gon' say you never gave 'em nothin' (Never gave 'em nothin')
I go hard in this shit because I came from nothin' (Because I came from nothin')
Barely had clothes, lights was off, you know my momma was strugglin'
It's bringin' tears to my eyes, I wanna change the subject (Change the subject)
Yeah, no more pain and sufferin' (Pain and sufferin')
They tell me, "Switch it up" but I won't change for nothin' (I can't change)
Ain't got no change on me, now I tip the waitress a hunnid
If we ain't chopping 'bout no paper, then let's change the subject (Change the subject)
[Verse]
In the streets I'm movin' righteous, out here dodgin' twelve (Strategic)
Makin' sure everybody straight, sometimes you forget yourself (That's easy)
I won't cross no one I love, but fuck everybody else, nah for real
Certain scars never heal, real street niggas hard to kill (Can't die)
I just hope I see the top, show they hand, I wash my hand but they ain't been doin' that a lot (Straight)
I tell everybody I'm good, 'cause what you gon' do if I'm not? (Huh?)
Traumatized, I'm from the hood, won't hesitate to fire no shots (Baow, baow, baow, go, yeah)
I remember momma crying 'bout her light bill (Like damn)
I told momma, "Wipe your tear, your son got a skill" (We in)
Piss poor, Walker Holmes didn't know what was real (Lost)
Got a deal, couple niggas mad still
(So-so, Soul Soundz)
(T-T-T-T-T-Think we found a loophole)
Gangsta pain (Turn me up YC)
Gotta feel this
[Chorus]
Give 'em your all, they gon' say you never gave 'em nothin' (Never gave 'em nothin')
I go hard in this shit because I came from nothin' (Because I came from nothin')
Barely had clothes, lights was off, you know my momma was strugglin'
It's bringin' tears to my eyes, I wanna change the subject (Change the subject)
Yeah, no more pain and sufferin' (Pain and sufferin')
They tell me, "Switch it up" but I won't change for nothin' (I can't change)
Ain't got no change on me, now I tip the waitress a hunnid
If we ain't chopping 'bout no paper, then let's change the subject (Change the subject)
[Verse]
In the streets I'm movin' righteous, out here dodgin' twelve (Strategic)
Makin' sure everybody straight, sometimes you forget yourself (That's easy)
I won't cross no one I love, but fuck everybody else, nah for real
Certain scars never heal, real street niggas hard to kill (Can't die)
I just hope I see the top, show they hand, I wash my hand but they ain't been doin' that a lot (Straight)
I tell everybody I'm good, 'cause what you gon' do if I'm not? (Huh?)
Traumatized, I'm from the hood, won't hesitate to fire no shots (Baow, baow, baow, go, yeah)
I remember momma crying 'bout her light bill (Like damn)
I told momma, "Wipe your tear, your son got a skill" (We in)
Piss poor, Walker Holmes didn't know what was real (Lost)
Got a deal, couple niggas mad still
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