Can I do it different
Can I talk about real shit and still feed my children
Niggas running out of dreams trying to beat the system
Got me down on my knees when I need a healing
We be out here hitting potholes trying to dodge the prison
30 hanging out the Glock just to ease the tension
They out here acting like shit is but it really isn't
Before this corona shit I was keeping distant
All on that loner shit ima keep it missing
All on that stoner shit trying to keep from twitching
Living fast so the money keep me from listening
In that jungle every night hunting on the privilege
They only taught us Jesus Christ and how to go and get it
Never took the time out to tell us how the f*ck to spend it
Touch a nigga on my squad yo head is gone go missing
Might have to put a naker out like a 04 piston yea
I salute him if he make out
Even if he had to go and take that crazy route
It's a difference between a slave check in a account
And a boss nigga that's maintaining through the drought
I'm use to counting up my dope money on the couch
These niggas lame to anythang just to gain some clout
Grew up with the crumbs sometimes I had to go without
So I don't go through purses but I come in bitches mouths
Preacher got you lost praying to that cross
Slave master got a coon thinking he a boss
They gone give you all you need so you can floss
They ain't gone tell you how much of yo soul its gone cost
Remember riding down that road all up in my thoughts
A nigga only lived by one rule don't get caught
Nigga use to have that one mood that couldn't be taught
Now I'm in another mood and I can't be bought
Street nigga was the occupation
Trying to survive and keep my brains from up off the pavement
In the trenches with these niggas I done lost my patience
I'm outside with the chopstick don't be having me waiting
Street nigga was the occupation
Trying to survive and keep my brains from up off the pavement
In the trenches with these niggas I done lost my patience
I'm outside with the chopstick don't be having me waiting
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Can I do it different
Can I talk about real shit and still feed my children
Niggas running out of dreams trying to beat the system
Got me down on my knees when I need a healing
We be out here hitting potholes trying to dodge the prison
30 hanging out the Glock just to ease the tension
They out here acting like shit is but it really isn't
Before this corona shit I was keeping distant
All on that loner shit ima keep it missing
All on that stoner shit trying to keep from twitching
Living fast so the money keep me from listening
In that jungle every night hunting on the privilege
They only taught us Jesus Christ and how to go and get it
Never took the time out to tell us how the f*ck to spend it
Touch a nigga on my squad yo head is gone go missing
Might have to put a naker out like a 04 piston yea
I salute him if he make out
Even if he had to go and take that crazy route
It's a difference between a slave check in a account
And a boss nigga that's maintaining through the drought
I'm use to counting up my dope money on the couch
These niggas lame to anythang just to gain some clout
Grew up with the crumbs sometimes I had to go without
So I don't go through purses but I come in bitches mouths
Preacher got you lost praying to that cross
Slave master got a coon thinking he a boss
They gone give you all you need so you can floss
They ain't gone tell you how much of yo soul its gone cost
Remember riding down that road all up in my thoughts
A nigga only lived by one rule don't get caught
Nigga use to have that one mood that couldn't be taught
Now I'm in another mood and I can't be bought
Street nigga was the occupation
Trying to survive and keep my brains from up off the pavement
In the trenches with these niggas I done lost my patience
I'm outside with the chopstick don't be having me waiting
Street nigga was the occupation
Trying to survive and keep my brains from up off the pavement
In the trenches with these niggas I done lost my patience
I'm outside with the chopstick don't be having me waiting
Can I talk about real shit and still feed my children
Niggas running out of dreams trying to beat the system
Got me down on my knees when I need a healing
We be out here hitting potholes trying to dodge the prison
30 hanging out the Glock just to ease the tension
They out here acting like shit is but it really isn't
Before this corona shit I was keeping distant
All on that loner shit ima keep it missing
All on that stoner shit trying to keep from twitching
Living fast so the money keep me from listening
In that jungle every night hunting on the privilege
They only taught us Jesus Christ and how to go and get it
Never took the time out to tell us how the f*ck to spend it
Touch a nigga on my squad yo head is gone go missing
Might have to put a naker out like a 04 piston yea
I salute him if he make out
Even if he had to go and take that crazy route
It's a difference between a slave check in a account
And a boss nigga that's maintaining through the drought
I'm use to counting up my dope money on the couch
These niggas lame to anythang just to gain some clout
Grew up with the crumbs sometimes I had to go without
So I don't go through purses but I come in bitches mouths
Preacher got you lost praying to that cross
Slave master got a coon thinking he a boss
They gone give you all you need so you can floss
They ain't gone tell you how much of yo soul its gone cost
Remember riding down that road all up in my thoughts
A nigga only lived by one rule don't get caught
Nigga use to have that one mood that couldn't be taught
Now I'm in another mood and I can't be bought
Street nigga was the occupation
Trying to survive and keep my brains from up off the pavement
In the trenches with these niggas I done lost my patience
I'm outside with the chopstick don't be having me waiting
Street nigga was the occupation
Trying to survive and keep my brains from up off the pavement
In the trenches with these niggas I done lost my patience
I'm outside with the chopstick don't be having me waiting
Writer: Sean smith
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