(::E-40:::)
I grit my teeth to keep release, kkep my fatih and hope (--hope--)
Need to stop stressing before I have a stroke
Up in lower development housin' (--housin'--), talk and turmoil (--turmoil--)
Food in our refrigerator never had a chance to spoil
You know why? (--Why?--) Wasn't rich wasn't poor (--wasn't poor--)
You know why? (--Do you know why?--) cause it's the boss player from next door
(--from next door--)
Sleepin' on the floor, hectic, (--hectic--), but that's expected
(::B-Legit:::)
When I was young, I never could afford no Nikes, and everybody else had
brand new bikes
I use to hike to school, in the rain with fools, 13 deep in the ghetto
streets (--in the ghetto streets--)
(::Hook:::)
(::LeVitti:::) I've struggled and I've strived
(::Suga T:::) Struggled and I've strived
(::LeVitti:::) Been a hustler all my life
(::Suga T:::) Been a hustler all my life
(::Both:::) I ain't rich and I ain't poor, did more dirt than you would know
(::LeVitti:::) I've struggled and I've strived, strived
(::D-Shot:::)
In 1984 was the year for the Shot to step through the door (--through the
door--)
That's when my daddy walked away from my mama (--mama--)
She tried to work it out but it wasn't no stoppin' (--stoppin'--)
Barely paying the rent, she had four mouths to feed, hot water and corn
bread (--corn bread--)
Watching the stress while my momma straight handlin' things (--handlin'
things--) ?
(::Suga-T:::)
Coming up wasn't easy for the no should I be (--c'mon--)
Living dad to day depended on the first of fifteen
I had 2 kids to raise from a teenage love
You couldn't tell me a thing because I knew what was up
::chorus::
(::B-Legit:::)
I brought it down the block, crooked at 16 (--16--)
Bought my first 22 from a dope fiend (--dope fiend--)
I kept my nose clean, paper by all means
And only real niggas rolled on the team
(::E-40:::)
Ah, ah, a most of you ain't never had to pawn (--had to--)
A lot of you ai't had to stoned out (--stoned out--)
But there's something different on my behalf (--behalf--)
Do what I do to get the cash (--get the cash--)
(::D-Shot:::)
My daddy didn't give a shit, I had to struggle and strive to make a
motherfuckin' grip
And every dollar and 15 cents, I gave to my mamma cause we wasn't that rich
(::Suga-T:::)
Me the knot, give up the twat, hoes wasn't taking that shit on my block
We had a lot of foes, when we first started out (--spit it girl--)
Now there's players everywhere from the north to the south (--beeotch--)
::chorus::
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