[Intro: sample from the movie Belly]It's war out here, mad niggas is dyin'You don't want that shit to be you, right?"Nah"I know you gon' hold it down, though, you know mean?These niggas out here ain't really worth it"You a ill nigga, though, I like your style"[Verse 1]LookNights at the telly I'm plottin' up on my next checkFlowin' the sickest, I just took that shit off a bed restVibin' out while the old Jigga bumpin' outta my headsetI know these niggas wondering who gon' become the vet' nextName a, sicker nigga from the ghetto, I risePick out the blind to see them niggas bustin' metals outsideStretchin' on pies, bet I'mma riseIt was hard to see the light but we had our eyes set on the prizeGranny prayin' 'cause we livin' in sinA real boss put his niggas in the position to winBut it was tough, the conditions we inNot from the riches and glitzEither movin' them bricks tryna put food in the fridgeOr you strippin', bet she takin' any option for the money, niggaHit the pole she pick it up and drop it like a clumsy niggaOr you on the field tryna make it to the leagueOr you workin' 9-to-5 tryna make a lil' greenPaint a picture when your pops gettin' set up in trafficYour mama only piece of mind is in the medicine cabinetThe way the system set up is tragicSo it's good to see my brother in a cap and gown instead of a casketWas a set up that happened, the get I bread up is habit [?]'cause the crackers try to tell us that we never would have itIt was hard, we were fed up with lackin', never settle for averageI'm thinkin' when I lay my head on the mattressBein' broke gave me a different vibe, name a chick as sick as IThese rappers spittin' lies, these bitches know they couldn't go head-to-head; I'm a different heightYeah I need a Arizona and a trip to Chi'It's Buffalo, New York[Sample from Belly][Verse 2]Front porch, gettin' high vibin' as the murder rateGun shuts couple houses down where they serve the 'yayGranny in church they sayin' we gotta learn how to prayThere's a young soul leavin' this Earth todayThese young girls givin' it up, to these niggas with bad intentionsThey schemin' for pussy, they ain't lookin' for daddy's blessin'He GPS to her house but these boys lackin' directionThey're gettin' raised in the system and get harassed and arrestedThis the, Empire state, the finer state ain't got no time to wasteSupplyin' weight ain't the only way to acquire cakeBut he see these niggas with chains so he gon' find a wayWhat you expect when you throwin' food at a lion's gate?He never had a chance; both his parents up in the pen'He workin' a 9-to-5 but embarrassed to tell his friendsHe converted to the streets but got caught carryin' a UziWent to jail as a Christian came out wearin' a kufiI got a, pocket full of dreams, how can I achieve?Fuck the fame, I'm just tryna bringing profit for the teamNever actin' off emotions; usin' logic when I speakIt's real you can hear my stomach growlin' when I speakMobbin' with the team, climbin' for the dreamWe not stoppin; pops was a rollin' stone, couldn't hold his ownTime is underrated, man, I can remember daysHouse party at the crib we just wanna be kids and playKids chasin' [?] dice game in the streetNiggas sell you a dream but the price change now is cheapNights came waitin', my life changed in a blinkCrime rate on a steep, mind frame on defeatNowadays these bitches ain't got no privacy with itGet the cake, I play with numbers like a lottery ticketAs a kid my pops told me a valuable old lessonHe told me the dream free but the hustle is sold separate, yeah
