Intro*speaking*You know what I’m sayingWe gon’ hit the north side laterNigga ‘for we goGet some Jack’s chicken niggaYou know what I’m sayingCause I’m hungryNew York, get some jon jons nigga with the ranch tooYou know you got a lot of ranch with itGet a corn dog while I’m there my niggaYou know what I’m saying that’s what I’m there for*inaudible*You not gettin’ no food?Man shut up bro It ain’t always about food (fuck)You started…. talking about itFinna go hit this lick bro, alright?I gotta know right now thoughIs you ready?(Verse One)I’m just a northside nigga, grew up in ravagesGreasy brown bag, with the RAF that go with Jack’s chickenI jacked niggas, my rap different my flow punch like Jack’s hittin’No behind, don’t get yo back missin’Streets colder than subzero, don’t listen firstOff Alberta niggas can show you what killings worthBeautiful devil’s flirting in mini skirtsI show Raymond if you lay with them then you get em burnedI know that’s probably not your thought or concernYou probably worried bout how many dollar bills you can earnPay those bills by the first so the candles ain’t gotta burnTryna make steps big enough just so yourself can follow in yoursNigga that’s why I put my soul on the verseCause I’ll be damned if I work a 9-5 just to die and get put in a hearseSwallow my pride then I put in the workAnd sit quiet while I wait for my turn(Chorus)Aye I’m tryna get some dollars when I’m out with the gangOne day I swear to god that it’s all gon change (fo real)I lost a couple of my niggas (of my niggas)And I don’t think I’m ever gon be the sameI said crabs in the bucket don’t like seein’ you winThey like to see you doin’ good but never better than themI know the crabs in the bucket don’t like seein’ you winThey like to see you doin’ good but never better than them(End Chorus)A lot of niggas I grew up with had talent but now they waste itInstead of do better, a lot of them sit around hatin’It blows my mind how niggas can be so complacentBeggin for a handout, in hopes that it will change shitYou niggas fools are more bored then Scotty’s drippin’Thinking that niggas really give a shit about your opinionFunny niggas with no catalog only give criticismCause they never had the cash and the talent to ever finishAye my quintessential thoughts is why I never missed the barLike I’m Tony Stark, one thing you can’t question is my heartI know it’s hard when you just tryna live a life that you ain’t startScreaming all up to the skies in hopes that you can talk to GodI really wonder do he know just how I’m feelin’ todayAnd do he know a black child just got put in a grave?Or why he thought it was okay to take my niggas awayI guess I’ll wait to ask these questions til I get to the gates(Chorus)Aye I’m tryna get some dollars when I’m out with the gangOne day I swear to God that it’s all gon change (fo real)I lost a couple of my niggas (of my niggas)And I don’t think I’m ever gon be the sameI said crabs in the bucket don’t like seein’ you winThey like to see you doin’ good but never better than themI know the crabs in the bucket don’t like seein’ you winThey like to see you doin’ good but never better than them(End chorus)Yo, we hit the block, then hit the lickIt was the steps that we was missin’I can’t think about my conscious or if it’s the right decisionI got shit I need to handle when circumstances was differentIf I don’t do it soon I’mma fuck around and be evictedDon’t wanna fuck with what’s on my mindI ain’t really got time to listenPlus the homies in the ride, they gon notice the way I’m trippin’Anxiety showin’ signs, body shaking feelingsLike me fightin’ the sinnas so my momma given me visitsAnother statistic sittin’ inside of a cellWatching seconds turn into minutesAs a result of chances that I’ll never been givenFrom the very beginningWishing that I could go in time and just change how I’m livin’I try to play it cool and tell them leave me out on the streetsThem niggas started buggin’ and yellin’ “the fuck do you mean”He grabbed the Glock and let it squeeze while they point it at meI woke up in a cold sweat another night sweet dream(Chorus)And look I’m tryna get some dollars when I’m out with the gangOne day I swear to God that it’s all gon change (fo real)I lost a couple of my niggas (of my niggas)And I don’t think I’m ever gon be the sameI said crabs in the bucket don’t like seein’ you winThey like to see you doin’ good but never better than themI know the crabs in the bucket don’t like seein’ you winThey like to see you doin’ good but never better than them(End Chorus)*End*
