(feat. Dona)
Aiyyo, real mother****ers live off of principles
If you want it bad enough, I'ma give it to you
If your mother****er ain't faithful, then **** him too
I don't trust to many mother****ers, just roll with a few
East New York, flooded with Bloods
They quick to judge when they see me in the streets but **** 'em
Yall don't really live like me, in the hood like me
With crackheads and shitfiends unconditionally
I show love to the mother****ers whose real with me and reality friends is hard to keep
I can't trust nobody in the industry, mother****ers don't want to see Dona eat
Niggaz ain't stupid, they know who to step to
Don't get it twisted, if you feel something handle your business
Real niggaz recognize realness
For years I've been waiting for this moment
My feelings wrapped up in this moment, I can't control it
Driven by something bigger than a dollar sign
And momma always said make best of the worst times
For the first time, I see shit clearly
Writing at the table with captain crunch and dairy(?)
Dare to be nothing like them, they turned their backs on God
And he gave his only son, am I'm the only one whose keeing it real
We struggle everyday just to eat a decent meal
Keep a roof over our heads and over dead prez, they shooting at our heads
And either way, our children suffer from lead
You don't want to see me make it
Rather see me dead/but real niggas do gangsta things
I do whatever **** to feed my team
Seven days out of the week, I'm on my j-o-b
Little to know sneak(?), my fam gotta eat
**** trying to get by, we multiply
In my hood everyday a young nigga dies
Its a blessing to be alive, hungry to get these pies
All the money in the world couldn't change the way I think
Streets are watching every move I make
These niggaz are fake always coming at you wrong
Brownsville still going strong
Friends become enemies, mother****ers you never been a friend of me
Always pretending to be my closet friend
Like I'm stupid enough to let you in
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:03.09](feat. Dona)
[00:08.49]Aiyyo, real mother****ers live off of principles
[00:11.31]If you want it bad enough, I'ma give it to you
[00:14.22]If your mother****er ain't faithful, then **** him too
[00:17.19]I don't trust to many mother****ers, just roll with a few
[00:19.68]East New York, flooded with Bloods
[00:25.71]They quick to judge when they see me in the streets but **** 'em
[00:29.64]Yall don't really live like me, in the hood like me
[00:33.39]With crackheads and shitfiends unconditionally
[00:37.17]I show love to the mother****ers whose real with me and reality friends is hard to keep
[00:42.87]I can't trust nobody in the industry, mother****ers don't want to see Dona eat
[00:55.08][Chorus x2]
[00:57.75]Niggaz ain't stupid, they know who to step to
[01:00.75]Don't get it twisted, if you feel something handle your business
[01:15.81]Real niggaz recognize realness
[01:17.79]For years I've been waiting for this moment
[01:19.95]My feelings wrapped up in this moment, I can't control it
[01:23.61]Driven by something bigger than a dollar sign
[01:26.52]And momma always said make best of the worst times
[01:29.88]For the first time, I see shit clearly
[01:32.28]Writing at the table with captain crunch and dairy(?)
[01:35.61]Dare to be nothing like them, they turned their backs on God
[01:39.39]And he gave his only son, am I'm the only one whose keeing it real
[01:43.74]We struggle everyday just to eat a decent meal
[01:47.13]Keep a roof over our heads and over dead prez, they shooting at our heads
[01:52.80]And either way, our children suffer from lead
[01:55.14]You don't want to see me make it
[01:56.94]Rather see me dead/but real niggas do gangsta things
[02:01.08]I do whatever **** to feed my team
[02:17.55][Chorus]
[02:27.27]Seven days out of the week, I'm on my j-o-b
[02:30.33]Little to know sneak(?), my fam gotta eat
[02:32.64]**** trying to get by, we multiply
[02:35.58]In my hood everyday a young nigga dies
[02:38.46]Its a blessing to be alive, hungry to get these pies
[02:50.04]All the money in the world couldn't change the way I think
[02:53.43]Streets are watching every move I make
[02:56.40]These niggaz are fake always coming at you wrong
[02:59.25]Brownsville still going strong
[03:01.68]Friends become enemies, mother****ers you never been a friend of me
[03:07.29]Always pretending to be my closet friend
[03:10.02]Like I'm stupid enough to let you in
[03:12.48][Chorus]
(feat. Dona)
Aiyyo, real mother****ers live off of principles
If you want it bad enough, I'ma give it to you
If your mother****er ain't faithful, then **** him too
I don't trust to many mother****ers, just roll with a few
East New York, flooded with Bloods
They quick to judge when they see me in the streets but **** 'em
Yall don't really live like me, in the hood like me
With crackheads and shitfiends unconditionally
I show love to the mother****ers whose real with me and reality friends is hard to keep
I can't trust nobody in the industry, mother****ers don't want to see Dona eat
Niggaz ain't stupid, they know who to step to
Don't get it twisted, if you feel something handle your business
Real niggaz recognize realness
For years I've been waiting for this moment
My feelings wrapped up in this moment, I can't control it
Driven by something bigger than a dollar sign
And momma always said make best of the worst times
For the first time, I see shit clearly
Writing at the table with captain crunch and dairy(?)
Dare to be nothing like them, they turned their backs on God
And he gave his only son, am I'm the only one whose keeing it real
We struggle everyday just to eat a decent meal
Keep a roof over our heads and over dead prez, they shooting at our heads
And either way, our children suffer from lead
You don't want to see me make it
Rather see me dead/but real niggas do gangsta things
I do whatever **** to feed my team
Seven days out of the week, I'm on my j-o-b
Little to know sneak(?), my fam gotta eat
**** trying to get by, we multiply
In my hood everyday a young nigga dies
Its a blessing to be alive, hungry to get these pies
All the money in the world couldn't change the way I think
Streets are watching every move I make
These niggaz are fake always coming at you wrong
Brownsville still going strong
Friends become enemies, mother****ers you never been a friend of me
Always pretending to be my closet friend
Like I'm stupid enough to let you in
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:03.09](feat. Dona)
[00:08.49]Aiyyo, real mother****ers live off of principles
[00:11.31]If you want it bad enough, I'ma give it to you
[00:14.22]If your mother****er ain't faithful, then **** him too
[00:17.19]I don't trust to many mother****ers, just roll with a few
[00:19.68]East New York, flooded with Bloods
[00:25.71]They quick to judge when they see me in the streets but **** 'em
[00:29.64]Yall don't really live like me, in the hood like me
[00:33.39]With crackheads and shitfiends unconditionally
[00:37.17]I show love to the mother****ers whose real with me and reality friends is hard to keep
[00:42.87]I can't trust nobody in the industry, mother****ers don't want to see Dona eat
[00:55.08][Chorus x2]
[00:57.75]Niggaz ain't stupid, they know who to step to
[01:00.75]Don't get it twisted, if you feel something handle your business
[01:15.81]Real niggaz recognize realness
[01:17.79]For years I've been waiting for this moment
[01:19.95]My feelings wrapped up in this moment, I can't control it
[01:23.61]Driven by something bigger than a dollar sign
[01:26.52]And momma always said make best of the worst times
[01:29.88]For the first time, I see shit clearly
[01:32.28]Writing at the table with captain crunch and dairy(?)
[01:35.61]Dare to be nothing like them, they turned their backs on God
[01:39.39]And he gave his only son, am I'm the only one whose keeing it real
[01:43.74]We struggle everyday just to eat a decent meal
[01:47.13]Keep a roof over our heads and over dead prez, they shooting at our heads
[01:52.80]And either way, our children suffer from lead
[01:55.14]You don't want to see me make it
[01:56.94]Rather see me dead/but real niggas do gangsta things
[02:01.08]I do whatever **** to feed my team
[02:17.55][Chorus]
[02:27.27]Seven days out of the week, I'm on my j-o-b
[02:30.33]Little to know sneak(?), my fam gotta eat
[02:32.64]**** trying to get by, we multiply
[02:35.58]In my hood everyday a young nigga dies
[02:38.46]Its a blessing to be alive, hungry to get these pies
[02:50.04]All the money in the world couldn't change the way I think
[02:53.43]Streets are watching every move I make
[02:56.40]These niggaz are fake always coming at you wrong
[02:59.25]Brownsville still going strong
[03:01.68]Friends become enemies, mother****ers you never been a friend of me
[03:07.29]Always pretending to be my closet friend
[03:10.02]Like I'm stupid enough to let you in
[03:12.48][Chorus]
I'm sick of gossiping ******* and ****** who gossip like *******
Some watch from the building and gain knowledge of dealers
Knowin' they lack the hear...
Life is a journey before I went the rap route,
I serve niggaz on off the bench like stack house,
Going in with no intention to back down,
You get conf...
younawmsayin' son?
Shit is real
Yo, I'm from a place where niggas get it on
and bullshitters get shitted on
And dead niggas keep living on
and memorie...
I'm sick of gossiping ******* and ****** who gossip like *******
Some watch from the building and gain knowledge of dealers
Knowin' they lack the hear...
(feat. Dona)
That might ease the hunger pains that'll keep me out of prison
Some claim they use to hustle in they verses
I'm cursed with a past addic...
Life's a confusing search
From birth till you lay in the cold, black earth
And your soul is reunited with the universe
Supreme peace, all a ****ing ...
(Girls singing chorus X2)
Out there, (out there, out there)
In the street you know, (in the street you know)
I'm strugglin', (strugglin')
Trying to su...
What, I'ma live for my niggas
I'ma shine for my niggas
How can I express the sorrow, I learn to dread tomorrow
Had to see my nigga Yammy dead, but he...