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The preacher preaching to get the crowd hype
Sermon about the importance of bein in your childs life
From the way he speaking, I can tell he reaching
He don't know my dawg, he don't know how we thinkin

F*ck that, SR9 in this SRT
Yella Beezy with the Desert Eagle, thats on me
Cold heart with a barrel warm as West Palm Beach
And before that body drop, I bet TooDope made a tee

My man got killed, his homie couldn't let the beef go
Gotta keep it 100, like a C-Note
He talk tough, in the county he couldn't eat though
They took his trays, get on the net, this nigga Debo

You make it out and they don't, shit don't be the same
Nigga's getting mad cause we don't grieve the same
Bite the cheese because we don't eat the same
Thought he was solid, he ain't get cuffed when them people came

You know what I'm saying? Its our generation that's out here doing everything
Old niggas not out here killing each other. They barely, you know, they trying to get some money
And the old niggas that are in the streets, guess what they doing? Passing the guns down to the lil homies
You feel me? So at the end of the day, if you think like me and got the mindset
If you, if I'm in the streets can't nobody tell me shit about my life and what I'm doing
You not out here putting this work in with me

Don't matter where I'm from, where the money at
Went inside banks with a dummy check, like run me that
Ion do man bags, put 50 on a moneypak
You walkin, tellin high school stories of being a running back

And I ain't tryin to hear that shit
All them straps in them raps, dog you live that shit
Billy's and Tray's was at war, was you near that shit
Nah, well kill that shit, ion feel that shit

I'm just tryin to get my bread up, stockpile a couple grand
Niggas went sour, I just went and got a plan
Had to realize, everybody that call you bro]uh, ain't fam
Ion wanna be an old head, kickin knowledge on the gram

In a city fulla hatred, I clutch that pistol like its sacred
You braggin how you run shit, a nigga'll shoot you out your Asics
We clap shit, give your hood standin ovations
Off-white and Louboutins, you could never say I'm basic

Now for the cowards, who out here killing kids and shit like that. I don't speak for them
I can't speak for them. You know what I'm saying? I don't speak for those guys
But I'm saying this, because ya'll not doing anything for these kids
You not putting no money in they pocket. You not creating no opportunities for them

The judge give you 30, you never seen 30 racks
Die in pen as a real one, or come home as a rat
Survival instincts kick in, over 50 cent get the strap
Rental cars from Silver Boys, we pullin up in black

Life's a gamble, no fish table, we high stacks
You niggas fake, I know bitches realer, free Ace
When Kaimens sold Crown Holder, we was robbin bare-face
Find out you holding pounds, Samson'll get half baked

They fixing up downtown, I'm trying to by a building
Scrapped up 55, trying to flip it to a million
Old heads tryin to invest, Ion find it appealing
I got it out the mud, and to me that's a better feeling

I don't know and a lot of people don't know. Like, nobody respecting no gangs. There's no chiefs
There's nobody above nobody
No man 30, 40 finna come on no block, especially not on my block and tell me shit
You not telling me nothing. I'm not listening to you. You wasn't out here with me
You wasn't with me when none of my homies got killed. Nothing
You wasn't with me when I was risking my life. Anything
You didn't put a dollar in my pocket. You not feeding my mother
You not risking your life with me to feed my mother. You can't tell me shit
Period
Period