Yeah
Mic check one two
Uh huh
Hit boy
Only can talk about this real s**t cause that's what I been through
Yeah
Yo
I was raised by a woman so shout out to single mothers
Who had to teach their teenage boys to use rubbers
Gettin' calls home from school then wonderin why she buggin
Cause that's just more stress to add on top of strugglin
Few things I wanna show you cause I feel like owe you
You made me the man I am today I never told you
Dressed me in hand me down cause you couldn't afford polo
How it feel to see your two oldest boys names on logos
Had to protect my family so we played with guns
I can't respect the man who don't raise his son
Then you blame the white man on what they become
A gangster but reality of it is you made him one
Real niggas look in the mirror and see each other
I look in my nephew eyes and I see my brother
Sometimes I gotta look away cause it hurt so much
How that n**a died so young and he was worth so much
Put your hands together for the work of the Most High
I put my hands together and I pray all night
Cause the struggle is real but the hustle is too
I'm flippin my dreams til they all come true
I thank god I made it thank god I made it
And you gon make it too
This what happens when yout take a path they force you to take
Like of course you gon break and leave no remorse on your face
Cause somebody just got life in the courtroom today
When I walk my chains make the sound my fork used to make
It remind me daily all that's sayin is you gotta pay me
That kinda crazy find a new hustle this not the 80s
That ain't gangster how yall rockin yall droppin babies
And that ain't fly s**t yall be rockin yall mockin ladies
With no diplomas we was soldiers we got 380s
Put a hundred mil in my pocket it's not gon change me
I just signed a deal with the roc and I got more wavy
Need a spot to hide the paper the profit done got so crazy
Hol' up just today I swear I felt my brother's spirit
Writin' all this s**t and damn I hope my brother hear it
Niggas scared of the butcher I know suckas fear it
Cause niggas like me only come around every other era
Put your hands together for the work of the most high
I put my hands together and I pray all night
Cause the struggle is real but the hustle is too
I'm flippin my dreams til they all come true
I thank god I made it thank god I made it
And you gon make it too
