(feat. Bun B, Devin the Dude)



Yeah...

 

[Bun B]

Now I could talk about, a car or some paint

Maybe jewelry that I bought, that you probably can't

The broads that I fuck, the people that I meet

But that shit won't help a young nigga, survive on the street

I can tell you bout how many, blocks I bled with the crack 

Stood outside every night, trying to get myself a stack

But when niggas run up on you, with that thang to your back

Is your motherfucking ass, fin to know how to react

See hustling is some shit, that a nigga is born with

Not some game from a song, you can try to get on with

Now you can buy every song, bout crack ever made

But if it ain't in your heart, you ain't fins to get paid

Now read some Iceberg Slim, it might get you a bitch

But you'll never have a stable, you'll never be rich

Memorize all your Screw tapes, it won't make you a G

Cause niggas dying out here, trying to be they favorite MC

 

[Hook x2: Devin the Dude]

Do whatever you please, say whatever you want

But don't fake, don't front naw

Cause it ain't hard to get touched, to get roughed up

To get fucked up, y'all

 

[Trae]

Lately I've been zoning, trying to get away from all of the pressure

These wanna-be G's that wanna-be MC's, need to get they shit together

It's whatever, niggas thinking they thugging cause they crunk off Pac

And everytime they step out on the block, they be the first to get shot

I don't know what you thinking, but dog we keep it gangsta for real

We took everything that we lived, and then supplied it with skills

I don't need no handout, cause I grind and I can shine on my own

Everything I talked about the memory, I ain't just make up no song

Better check my bloodline, everything I represent might get you shut down

Been in the midst of guerillas, respected I never backed down

I'm faithfully mobbing, while y'all be faithfully faking

Perpetrating trying to play that roll, will get your life faithfully taken

And dismissed bitch, you don't wanna get caught up in that street hype

If you ain't been in these streets, then you won't make it in that street life

I'm telling you mayn, better leave that dick-riding alone

And go on and do what you do, and take your fraud ass back home

 

[Hook x2]

 

[Trae]

A lot of thangs be on my mind, all the time

Move around, a lot of niggas be out here lying

All the time, so they can shine

But as long, as they don't cross that line

Anytime, I don't pay you no mind

I just gotta be me, niggas you need to be you

What you lying fo'

 

[Hook x2]