Woah, woah, woahOnce you cross that line, it ain't no tryin' to fix itYou want me to forgive you, let's be realisticI can't kick it with your kind like I tore my meniscusHow you go from co-defendant to a fuckin' witness?They'll stand on couches with youbut won't stand on businessWoahI watched everybody turn on my brotherlike he ain't have 'em out here flyin' jetsand fuckin' bitchesThis shit ridiculousI feel your pain, my brotherI know you from the struggleI know how hard you hustled justto take care of your motherI know you took clothes off your backfor niggas you call brotherI know how hard it get in this jungletryna prevail without bein' tried like you no suckerHuh, life's a motherfucker, yeahI know ain't nobody perfectBut what's the point in makin' it outif all they do is cuff ya?You know, we be comin' fromlike, the worst conditions, the worst circumstancesThe trenches, the gutterAnd sometimes we be forced to make decisionsthat we don't even wanna makeIt be about survivalAt the end of the day, we be havin' good heartsThey just be in bad placesI guess that's life, thoughFather God, forgive me for my sinsTake the mask off all my enemiesthat's out here actin' like my friendsDid some shit I'm prayin' I never gotta do againI put blood, sweat, and tears inside this winIf I take care of my hood, the prosecutor call me GottiTurn my back on the hoodthey probably kill me, probably rob meIt's a Catch-22, I'm bein' honestHard work, tryna keep the past behind meI still be havin' flashbacks 'bout JohnnyFast forward and the major label signed meHad to hustle, had to focus, perseveranceMama used to go to TJ Maxx and shop on clearanceTayman and CJ, I can still feel they spiritsSkinny and Wanwan used to rap, I know they hear itIt ain't that easy, puttin' pain inside of lyricsSend this up to Heaven so they can clear itY'all know, like, real street niggas gon' feel this shitAnd I don't want niggas to get misunderstood'Cause the rules we live by, don't even matter no moreJust a, just a setback for you to come backCan't hold a nigga down foreverKnow what I'm sayin'?'Til then, we gon' hold this shit down, straight up
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Once you cross that line, it ain't no tryin' to fix it
You want me to forgive you, let's be realistic
I can't kick it with your kind like I tore my meniscus
How you go from co-defendant to a fuckin' witness?
They'll stand on couches with you
but won't stand on business
Woah
I watched everybody turn on my brother
like he ain't have 'em out here flyin' jets
and fuckin' bitches
This shit ridiculous
I feel your pain, my brother
I know you from the struggle
I know how hard you hustled just
to take care of your mother
I know you took clothes off your back
for niggas you call brother
I know how hard it get in this jungle
tryna prevail without bein' tried like you no sucker
Huh, life's a motherfucker, yeah
I know ain't nobody perfect
But what's the point in makin' it out
if all they do is cuff ya?
You know, we be comin' from
like, the worst conditions, the worst circumstances
The trenches, the gutter
And sometimes we be forced to make decisions
that we don't even wanna make
It be about survival
At the end of the day, we be havin' good hearts
They just be in bad places
I guess that's life, though
Father God, forgive me for my sins
Take the mask off all my enemies
that's out here actin' like my friends
Did some shit I'm prayin' I never gotta do again
I put blood, sweat, and tears inside this win
If I take care of my hood, the prosecutor call me Gotti
Turn my back on the hood
they probably kill me, probably rob me
It's a Catch-22, I'm bein' honest
Hard work, tryna keep the past behind me
I still be havin' flashbacks 'bout Johnny
Fast forward and the major label signed me
Had to hustle, had to focus, perseverance
Mama used to go to TJ Maxx and shop on clearance
Tayman and CJ, I can still feel they spirits
Skinny and Wanwan used to rap, I know they hear it
It ain't that easy, puttin' pain inside of lyrics
Send this up to Heaven so they can clear it
Y'all know, like, real street niggas gon' feel this shit
And I don't want niggas to get misunderstood
'Cause the rules we live by, don't even matter no more
Just a, just a setback for you to come back
Can't hold a nigga down forever
Know what I'm sayin'?
'Til then, we gon' hold this shit down, straight up
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