Good now dry your eyes no more cries
Had an M on my ride since I first learned to drive
[That’s a fact
Real sh#t aside, drugs I provide
Charity to me is you get a dime for nine
Kept a nine at the bottom of my spine
Scratch my back any time I’m in a bind, yeah
Day admiring, I never seen confinement
And a fact I can stack off consignment
They see their eyelids and I keep climbing
And every rhyme is sex, money and violence
We making dollars just to save some cents
Used the spare change just to pay the rent
Used to drunk E & J just to make us bent
And now we wearing furs to the main event
Spilling Moet on designer sh#t
Only cry if my brother’s being counterfeit
Yeah
Yo the dope game to me and myself
I had crack and hydro, everything was topshelf
I cooked work at my mom’s crib when she was at work
I had the block looking like Mardi Gras on the first
Ramen noodles at the corner store to get served
This the best sh#t on the block, Auntie you got my word
You know this sh#t don’t ever stop, we come from the curb
n#gg#s been in the game for years and still ain’t seen a bird
I got n#gg#s in that cell getting money off jail phones
So tell me how you free and still ain’t bringing no bread home
Delusion for your kids p#ss# n#gg# you dead wrong
The least you could do is buy that n#gg# some new kicks
Son ain’t trying to hear it, he don’t care about that b#llsh#t
The way I preach it I should be on that pulpit
I keep me a full clip
This n#gg#s my lil man
You know what we on
When we walk in that building
Real shit
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