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Everything was all good way back in the day Then whole hood really went wild Long live the gang, man, the whole hood missin' them smiles Swear the whole hood missin’ them smiles I'm a Set baby, 1300 block ass nigga You can tell from my walk to my style I ain't really hop off the porch ’til a nigga got older But I been on the block since a child We was rugrats in the trenches, now you up in the sky Stay as far from as I look up to the clouds Pray for a sign just to know you still with me, so I seen the sun shine That's how I knew that you was proud God was there so many times, could've lost my life Or fought for it on trial But it's like he chose me to be the one with the mic' in my hands Steady talkin' in front of them crowds Overcame a lot by myself ever since I got rich It's like everybody wanna come around I remember I was dead broke, nigga, I ain't have shit You one of the list of numbers I could dial Back against the ropes, wasn’t no one there to help me fight Nigga, I wanna just throw in the towel Keep my circle small, never let a bitch nigga in Just somethin’ that I really can't allow Man, I’m sorry, but I can't yell gang with a nigga who ain't valid Or down to do a bid with me SongtexteSeem like every day it's a brand new nigga in my face Tryna claim some kin to me It’s a whole lot of niggas with thay fuckin' hand out Can't name one thing they done did for me Hell nah, you can't hit this Backwood if you wasn't scrapin' up change Blowin' Swishers in the crib with me Seem like the industry pick and choose who they want in the front Man, this shit lookin' rigged to me And you talkin' like you live that shit but I'm really from the trenches I don't feel it, so I disagree Do you really understand all the ups and downs to this lifestyle? Shit fun but it's bittersweet What you know about days missing out on meals Just to make sure your brothers and your sisters eat? It was re-up time, I was on my grind Told the P's I ain't taking no shorts We was playin' the block, fuck a sport The way that we shootin' and passin' the rock You would think that we play on the court When my niggas died, they thought it was funny So kill 'em and don't show remorse It's a whole lot of goofy ass niggas in the way out here Should've stayed on the porch Niggas ain't ready to give up the spotlight They don't wanna pass me the torch Yeah, I'm hot right now so they gon' dick ride Whether it's hate or support But was I gon' make it? Of course Lil Polo like that man on the horse I need a Lambo' or a Porsche Tryna run up them M's Got place to flex on these niggas like I'm liftin' weights at the gym I hang with some killers Few lil' savages with me, my shooters don't aim at the rim He tough with his chest out, we pull them TEC's out Blast 'til we knock off a limb Have him runnin' up out of his Timbs Niggas know we be wettin' shit If you walk with the opps then I hope you can swim Aus Songtexte Mania