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Yeah, from the bottom, or the depths, or the bottom We come from there, but we still here We still breathe, so long as we got air in these lungs We gon' get some, no matter how, no matter what Listen Yo, my whole block family, we all argue and fight But if you not family, keep talkin' aight Where you get them Nikes, oh you like them yeah They lookin' good on me, you wanna cop a pair Though it takes some time, we still love everybody Them like, my thug sisters so I'm fuckin' every mommy Everybody know my face, everybody know my name As I walk through I heard them sayin' Noble do his thing I'm goin' through this game like I'm slidin' on ice Drive these niggas insane like I'm slidin' the dice Supplyin' the white, but ain't nobody dyin' tonight We fryin' the rice, dinner on the steps tonight I bet your life, I just might stretch your wife Stretch your dimes, stretch your dough, and stretch your time It might sound short, then I stretch the rhyme Nothin' but another day, no I ain't gon' lie I still remember when a nigga didn't have a thing Curb servin' on the corner each and every day Father forbid me 'cause I never found a better way Ain't gon' stop me from hittin' I see some paper I'm gettin' Somebody tell me what's the price for better days It don't matter I'ma get money anyway Hearin' my speakers like I still hear my people say Can we get paid, just wanna get paid Man I wasn't born with it, but I'm gon' get it Let it be known I'm on a mission for boss livin' no bullshittin' And I don't sit around niggas who don't want nothin' And I don't kick it with these bitches who always want somethin' I'm my own man, own plan, been that way Lost my father shit got harder man and since that day I never ever really trusted the world again Age 10, filled with frustration No patience, wanted it all 'fore I go Fuck takin' it slow, I'd rather take it and blow I stay on the road, daily only stoppin' for my babies I'm a hard luck, nigga keep your guard up, nigga Large cut, get her I gotta have my piece I'll chop it up with you man, but I gotta have my piece You cannot be mad at me, I'm game tight on all sides Obstacles cannot damage my pride, I manage to rise Albeit it wasn't easy, young struggler livin' for the love of us Outlaw! I still remember when a nigga didn't have a thing Curb servin' on the corner each and every day Father forbid me 'cause I never found a better way Ain't gon' stop me from hittin' I see some paper I'm gettin' Somebody tell me what's the price for better days It don't matter I'ma get money anyway Hearin' my speakers like I still hear my people say Can we get paid, just wanna get paid I'm black, so I'm strapped and I'm scarred and cautious Ain't nothin', but a day at the office I stand alone so I cut my losses And sometime I drink until I feel nauseous It's not easy, believe me it's no fun Still I chase my paper, 'til I can't run And I was still just a kid 'til I had one If not for bad luck I probably wouldn't have none It's 2 G's and I just can't quit yet The world ain't mine so I just can't sit back I stand strong so you know I don't get checked A born Outlaw so you know I ain't with that My younger days in the days tryna figure out A million ways to get paid in a big amount It ain't a mystery, it's elementary Cash rules and that's the way it was meant to be How the hell am I gon', eat now I'm kinda low in the pockets House lookin' like shit, vultures climbin' out the, sockets But that's how it is in 23-A-N Brick City, NJ, besides Cali is the home of the AK I played alone, was raised alone But at least in my heart I always felt alone I stay, strong through all them times I'm supposed to I pray to God daily you barely when you supposed to Close to the money 'cause it's close to my heart And my life, death ain't nothin' but a walk in the park Hard times gettin' sweeter now I guess Allah must've blessed us 'cause we eatin' now Come on nigga Reminiscin' on the days we was broke mayne We kid and shit tryna get it it's a sure thing The forecast for today said it's gon' rain Heat showers on the block still we gon' hang Live yours and you know I'm tryna live mine Give yours up 'cause I ain't tryna give mine Everybody comin' out, at the same time Nothin' but another day, no I can't lie Reminiscin' on the days we was broke mayne Heat showers on the block still we gon' hang Still we gon' hang
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