Wanna challenge everybody to step up, give back
To they city in some type of way, you know?
We don’t only do this shit on Thanksgiving
They just don’t talk about it
We really go hard for our city, though
Wanna help outside, you know?
Nigga, I’m talking clothes for them children- Uh-huh
Toys for them babies
Youngin
Money for them families who trying but can’t make payments
There you go
Commissary for them real ones in them cages
I got street niggas staying out of trouble ’cause they gaming
Disney World
You know?
We ain’t just spending that, we giving back
Brody gave the school fifty racks, let me see you mimic that
Do that
Move how I want around this bitch, you know a nigga snapped
And shout out to them jailhouse lawyers that’s getting niggas back
Get ’em home
And I can’t tell these young niggas to put some guns down
It’s up and stuck now, niggas already got gunned down
It’s war
But I can pull up with a couple hundred thou’ and show ’em the
Type of shit that they could do if they stop playing around
They can get this money
I can’t stress this shit enough, I’m you, my nigga
I’m you, my nigga
I’ve been through the same shit you going through, my nigga
I have
What you gonna do, my nigga?
‘Cause you can make it, I’m the proof
You stop playing, I’ll bet all this shit on you, my nigga
What we doing?
I’m just telling you the shit they should’ve told me
They should’ve told me
Keep you away from all the dreams these niggas sold me
Niggas hoes
These new bitches ain’t shit, these new niggas the police
Don’t let nobody fuck your run up, keep your shit low-key
Keep it low
Just put your eyes on that money, then go get that
Go get that shit
And when you get enough of it, make sure you give back
Never more
I did that and I’ve been blessed, fuck who you trying to impress
Before you buy some jewelry, invest, nigga, that’s real rap
You hear me?
Fuck that blood shit, don’t let your family take you off your mission
‘Cause I had 50K, my peoples thought I had a million
Crazy
I told them wait and be patient until I really get it
They said I was fake, fuck me, but I wasn’t tripping
I ain’t tripping
I just kept grinding, music kept selling
Going up
They could be here with me right now, shit, I tried to tell ’em
I tried
Crazy ’cause when they ask for something, I still sell it
Yeah
Trucking companies, I did that to get jobs to the felons
Trying to pay some bonds and help them mamas come home
I remember I was young and my mama was gone
Securus calls, one minute left, shit had me crying on the phone
Show you I came straight out the dirt
That’s why I rock all these stones
Nigga
We have four options, sell drugs or do ’em
The other two was run from them shots or shoot ’em
If them your options right now, here go a new one
Pray to God, invest in yourself, and I’m the blueprint, nigga
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