You got to do it yourself.
Yeah.
You got to do it.
Homie, do it yourself.
You can do it.
Nick, do it.
If you want to be dead, do it yourself.
Just come and come up from the bottom That didn't matter to me I'm just a hard headed nigga I'm so blessed to be free
Just know the streets forever hungry, they can eat you alive.
Big homie homie did a flat, then came home and died.
They got some niggas here stuck in the past, can't last Steady creepin' with his pistol and mask, he finna crash My partner made parole today
Fuck what he done, he back home and he comin' to stay Dear Lord, what's it matter?
I been thuggin' for life
Do I deserve this picket fence with the kids and wife?
I tell myself to do better, better from the top of the hill.
Plus I'm a honey steal, hustling out here, getting it for real.
But watch your step and be careful, life will change on you.
Yeah, if you slip it, help it quick and leave a stain on you.
I maintain on them, cause quiet is kept It don't matter, we just love it to death
When everything was bad, bad on the phone up and it wasn't so good.
It didn't matter.
We kept repping the hood.
It's understood.
I just lost all I had.
And I hate to stop.
It don't matter.
I still rep my block.
I told my homies.
Had us running.
that it duck in the heat.
It didn't matter, we just stuck to the street.
We used to ride and cry all night.
Didn't get no bigger, it didn't matter I still love my nigga, I told my brother Russ and Husser
to the casket closed from this rat infested gutter till I sold our shows and I suppose on the real it didn't matter to me
That's how I be.
God bless them if they lookin' for free.
I'm just a G.R.G.
My trio nigga love my dawg.
That's if he square feet or a hole in the wall.
I got your back and just don't matter.
We was raised like that.
That's if they lock us up in white or try to bear us in black.
Just look for dogs, can't stand up and speak that trill.
Quit riding dick and get your chick or she might get it for real.
It's coming, coming on the front of the bus.
We still together, motherfucker.
It didn't matter to us.
I got my mind closed up the rest of the scene.
I told Dash we can get it with a fresh new team.
I see the dream.
Jabbar got us, bro.
I'm bringing it home.
This for pooch and big pokey and my kinfolk tone.
When everything was looking bad.
And it wasn't so good It didn't matter We kept reppin' the hood It's understood I lost all I had And the hate didn't stop
It didn't matter, I still rep my block.
I told my homies when the louds had us running.
steady duck in the heat.
It didn't matter, we just stuck to the street.
We used to run and cry all night.
Didn't get no bigger.
It didn't matter.
I still love my nigga.
Yeah.
Got to sell.
Yeah.
You got it.
Do it, homie.
Do it yourself.
Kick me out.
Do it.
Do it.
Do it.
yourself if you wanna get paid homie do it yourself
