Man i spent lots of days, steady walking through tha rain
I been on some other sh#t, trynna stay up out tha way
Trynna stack up all my chips, so i can see better days
Yeah, you will never know, you will never feel my pain
Everybody switchin up, everybody trynna change
Had to separate from others, had to learn about tha game
People ride and people die, people switch up for tha fame
But i always kept it solid, you can check my resume
No shower, no whip, no food, no chips
No p’s, no bricks, so im lookin for a lick
b#tch i get it out tha mud, you ain’t did this type of sh#t
And im rollin with tha thugs, and we got all types of sticks
So many franklins in my pocket, you would think my name was ben
Trynna stay up off a shirt, so im ridin with tha tints
With tha seat laid back, and tha 40 on my dick
If you try and set me up, you gon end up in a ditch
Im sending 30 at your face, so i hope you good at duckin
Hit a 100 on tha dash, smashin off in a bucket
My O.G. Said to keep it on me, dont you ever f#ckin tuck it
So if some suckas try and press you, then you ready to bust it
And if you got a bad feeling then you go ahead and trust it
Gotta follow all your instincts, you can’t let em think you sucka
Gotta show em that you bout it, that you really came from it
That you’ll knock they f#ckin head off, and they know you ain’t frontin
Yea i ain’t no f#ckin b#tch, so you know i ain’t runnin
If its funk, then its funk.. b#tch you kno i ain’t hiding
You know every where im at, but you p#ssies aimt sliding
Got the cannon by my side, ready for the thunder crying
Yeah i spent lots of days, steady walking through tha rain
I been on some other sh#t, trynna stay up out tha way
Trynna stack up all my chips, so i can see better days
Yeah, you will never know, you will never feel my
Cokroland Krazy! H2k!
Yeah
You can’t feel my pain
I’d rather be rich, give a f#ck about the fame
Keep my pop on me, i can’t get killed by no lame
If this chopper flash, it’s gon crop you put the frame
Locked in the system, in the concrete jungle
b#tch im running with gorillas, H2K verses the city
The whole city don’t feel us
I was in that box, when i heard about yase
Last n#gg# killed one of my brothers, got shot in his face
Professional hands b#tch, we don’t leave a trace
Your brother died, you ain’t slide, n#gg# you a disgrace
In the county with your suckas, n#gg# you ain’t run no fade
And my pockets super stuffed, got me lookin out of shape
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