Real n***a radio
DJ Lavish Lee it's Budda Beats
The good thing about bein' counted out and left for dead
They never see you comin'
Regardless of what you goin' through young brother
Remember bad days always a promise that better days is around the corner
I got some n***as doin' time got some n***as slangin' iron
Tryna make it out the ghetto only thing that's on his mind
Feel like you won't they try to tell 'em everything gon' be fine
He on his own everybody left 'em behind
Yeah
This for them thugs in the trenches and them ones waitin' on the visits
Free all them n***as in prison I wouldn't wish that on my enemy
And all of my thugs in the ghetto
Woah
Jealous
Keep grindin' you gon' get it nobody gotta see your vision
This for them thug n***as in the street
Street
Can't go nowhere without the heat
The heat
And he ain't playin' no games load that b***h and bang it if they want the beef
Rrah
Them computer games'll get you deleted he ain't got that iron he ain't sleepin'
Uh-uh
And lately he been doin' bad he ready to flash for the littlest reason
Got too many people in the ghetto
Ghetto
It's hard for me to let go
Let go
I'll get all my sleep when I'm dead b***h what the f**k I need to rest for
Bust that boy up he ain't die lil' unlucky but he blessed though
You blessed
f**k the police I ain't talkin' put me in the room I got strep throat
d**n
I ain't have no money for a pistol I had to rob a n***a with a fake gun
Get 'em
Bought a pistol got caught with it said f**k Bail now I'm on the run
Run
Give a f**k if you a lil' older in these streets you gon' be my son
For real
Get your money up 'cause when you beefin' with no money ain't no fun
I got some n***as doin' time got some n***as slangin' iron
Tryna make it out the ghetto only thing that's on his mind
Feel like you won't they try to tell 'em everything gon' be fine
He on his own everybody left 'em behind
Yeah
This for them thugs in the trenches and them ones waitin' on the visits
Free all them n***as in prison I wouldn't wish that on my enemy
And all of my thugs in the ghetto
Woah
Jealous
Keep grindin' you gon' get it nobody gotta see your vision
Okay my young n***a don't smoke but he keep a smoke pole huh
Big bro still smokin' and he on parole
I used to hate my grandma house that s**t was full of roaches hey
I be paranoid so watch how you approach me
Ayy one day we gon' make it out the ghetto
I had a dream that I was rich I woke up dead broke
I was dead broke
I swear I shed so many tears I can't cry no more
Cry no more
They gave lil' bro so many years he can't slide no more uh
Chasin' so much paper that my leg broke yeah uh
Trappin' and finessin' off a earphone uh
Ayy finger-f**k that money treat it like a redbone
n***a play I'll put his name on a headstone
I got some n***as doin' time got some n***as slangin' iron
Tryna make it out the ghetto only thing that's on his mind
Feel like you won't they try to tell 'em everything gon' be fine
He on his own everybody left 'em behind
Yeah
This for them thugs in the trenches and them ones waitin' on the visits
Free all them n***as in prison I wouldn't wish that on my enemy
And all of my thugs in the ghetto
Woah
Jealous
Keep grindin' you gon' get it nobody gotta see your vision yeah
