T.S.R.H. (feat. Y Monteiro) Video (MV)

This shit right here is fo' my niggas In The streets

For my everyday niggas, round the Way niggas
He can't flip a eight but he got the k' Wit him
Bought a trey wit him, he tryna make A track
He said he threw it in the pot, but it Ain't coming back
The plug want 'em gone, all the love Has been lost
They got money on his head, and he Feeling like a boss
Yeah it may sound twisted, its the life That we life
And i don't feel nothing, yeah it is What it is
I'm a grimy ass nigga, with a little bit Of class
I got it from my momma like yo' Shorty got that ass
Yeah i'm only bout the cash, Unapologetically abashed
Wanna teach a nigga game, then tell Him keep it in the stash
But i'm a hit the ave, with this gift They calling gab
An pimp it like im sposed to, so Throw it in the bag
I'm giving out deals right before your Very eyes
An im hoping that you see an aint Living in the times

It's been a long time coming, think You starting your climb
That's when the snakes say f*ck Grass, I'm coming for mine
Everything is rewinds, ole remember The times
Ass niggas, was'nt witcha when People was dying
I guess it's cool to be lying, no cap
I'm in zion
Wish i had my brothers with me, Niggas be acting shifty
Blowing another fifty, you growing i Think he empty
Showing him love simply, an now They use it against me
How to become zen, so many we call Friends
Are causing misfortune and still to Extend hands
I'm done with the unsaid, my Daughter and son cares
Accessorizing my mind, i really don't Play fair

All them nights getting right, did'nt Add up with the grind
Now a nigga just behind, i'm Guessing That was by design
But it only would refine, like i'm Rhyming just to rhyme
And i'm living just to die
Nah that ain't why i let it lie
Probably why the words'll reach, Ceremony here's a speech
I'm a master so i teach
But not so much an m.c.
In every essence of the word, got my Lessons from the curb
Sending blessings is a verb, i hope You get it when it's heard
But nah i can't do it for you, just Leave em at the water
The world it has an order
They picking and they sorting
I'm gifted but it's foreign to ambition Lacking orbits
So i'm focused on the chorus, gotta Make the right choices