[Verse]Look, yo, crew full of sack flippersWe want the cash, niggaBut we'll never sell our souls 'cause we can't take this cash with usRob me, you getting killed and I'll bury the mask with yaAin't rolling with no niggas, just Broadway and [?] niggasThe hood got a potch full of niggas that pass switchersA day with a radio on the steps that blast JiggaI don't fuck with snakes, yes-men and ass-kissersI gotta cut em off, they ain't think that I had scissorsI got baptized, I was raised in the churchBut I watched my mama struggle with no helpThat made me stray from the churchAs it goes in the dream, had to pray for it firstNow I'm the proof for how your whole life can change in a verseI learnt how to finesse niggas from the way that I flirtI wear my heart on my sleeve now I'm changing my shirtNiggas slang on the curb, hookers raising they skirtsBullets hit you leaving bloodstains on the turfIt breaks my heart to see my pops change in that prisonHad to fight back tears when the judge em a sentence'Cause when hard times come, we stumbled but didn't fall'Cause I learnt to stand up when my back was against the wall
