To Each His Own Video (MV)

This that real n*gga shit
This one is for the people
G.O.D till the death
I ain't got no plates no spoons
Just pots and pans
Cuz I be flipping lots of grams
They tryna lock my mans
And me too but he can't see the danger
He learn from experience
I learn from advice and precaution
N*ggas in the town stay talking
That's why I keep my ear to the street
I'm untamed, I'm a beast
If a n*gga acting food, ima feast
Cuz there's too many people dying from starvation in these streets
That's why I'm tryna get a deal
So I can kick back
And give back to the people that need help but never get that
Pops in jail, the kids asking why he did that
To put food on the table so he chose to sell the kids crack
Now don't try to judge nobody
Like you above somebody
If you was in his shoes I bet you wouldn't love nobody
Nobody grows and says they wanna deal drugs
N*gga the game chose me
You're now listening to real thugs uh
Just take the moral out the story
I wish I'd quit but for me, hustling is mandatory
I hope Uncle Sam accepts dirty money
As I'm staring at these student loans
You're born alone, you die alone
You can't tell me nothin
Can't get a job be broke or try hustlin
Uh, n*gga just keep it on the low key
I ain't no rookie son
The game already know me
Uh, you can't tell me nothing
Can't get a job be broke or try hustlin
N*gga just keep it on the low key
Eyes on your enemies
And on all your homies