(talk)

This song is about a nigga always trying to keep you down you know

now touch that



We made something from nothing

And vowed to never tear it apart

We turned the street hustle into an art

That would quickly change life forever for us

No more riding bikes or catching the bus

We on the roll up, money to fold up

With cognac and cooked yola

Got the neighborhood about to blow up, but hold up

I see this van sittin', this old cat in a fitted

Trying to get your little homey tore up

Yo bruh, we ain't working on this corner take your ass on, dog

Before you make me feed your ass to my hogs you fucking faggot

I know you want to catch me with this bag so you can hide me

Or with my 44 so you can 45 me

You put this shit off in our neighborhoods and sweat us

And when you finally catch us up you give us letters

A cold thing

Just when a nigga reach his gold man

You hand him a case for easing out the dope game

And I'm...



**Chorus**

Watching us unfold with the times

He don't really want a nigga to climb

You'd rather separate me from my family forever

Instead of trying to keep us together

You motherfuckers would rather keep me down...



So what I rap about these streets

That don't make me be no less of a man

Than a person that do work with his hands

It's bad enough I gots to deal with all these pressures that stand

You tryin' to make me stray away from my plan

Know what I'm sayin'?

I'm from the gutter, where all we had was one another

No wheat bread to butter, from one bed to the other

All uncles and no brother

My mother's at work

My grandfather was my dad

And when he died it hurt

And as I hold back the tears my eye-wells swell

I been praying for heaven, I been living in hell

And these niggas in my age group is dead or either locked up

The bitches no better, they smoked out or knocked up

But I still love my hood, that's where it started

Ain't no hard feelings, we partners nigga, regardless

That's why you always see me coming around

Cause I could never turn my back on my town

But still I'm...



**Chorus(2x)**

Watching us unfold with the times

He don't really want a nigga to climb

You'd rather separate me from my family forever

Instead of trying to keep us together

You motherfuckers would rather keep me down...



Money never changed me

Money changed the people around

Now they plot to try to keep me down

But still I rise like yeast

Your whole conversation bout B

Fuck a nigga talking bout me, I'm a G

The realest motherfucker ever done it

You can't continue to pimp me and y'all eat from it

So fuck every soul who ever felt like I owed

Them a god damn dime, or a god damn rhyme or a god damn chance

Motherfucker you sad

You a grown ass man, holding a nigga hand

Now get out on your own, stop depending on your homes

To chuck you a bone, and stop throwing stones

And that goes for everybody thinking it's them

Fuck you, you and you

Her, him and him

Tom, Dick and Kim

All of y'all stand accused

Saying fuck to me

And I done bought your children's shoes

I'm...



**Chorus(2x)**

Watching us unfold with the times

He don't really want a nigga to climb

You'd rather separate me from my family forever

Instead of trying to keep us together

You motherfuckers would rather keep me down...