I learned in trappin′, in the business Smart people makin' Horrible decisions, you know?
Rich nigga, gettin′ My dick sucked after the show I ain't gonna lie, we were poor A bunch of lost souls in survival mode It wasn't no way for us Unless we find our own Runnin′ in stores, kickin′ in doors Nigga, give me my glory Nigga play with me He ain't gon′ live to tell the story You know, this the type of shit we glorify Everybody "gang, gang" Most of the people that you grew up with Man, in chain gang In the box, gettin' pink Nigga shit where you sleep Nigga shit where you еat Who woulda ever knew that I would bеcome a fuckin′ Kodak? Yeah Rap money good but I'm still pumpin′ Gas through the hood Droppin' off plates to the fam' Like thanksgivin′ Got the baby snipers standin′ On that murk business, yeah Slidin' for Yak They ready for whatever I always knew that everything Would get better And the show got greater later All the game came from the Elders like, hand me downs Me and my brothers will hear me now Now I′m givin' game back to the old heads And the respect come first Yeah, you know? Can′t be better than the OGs You gotta get it somewhere Gotta come from somethin' Gotta come from nothin′ We ain't seen this comin' We got more than a blessin′ What you doing with Kendrick? (Ooh, ooh) What you doing with a legend? (Ooh, ooh) So, what they call you? (Ooh, ooh) When it′s all said and done We ain't leavin′ empty handed (ooh, ooh) That's on gang (ooh, ooh) That′s on Ma' Dukes (ooh, ooh) Poorer than that bitch but she fall through (ooh, ooh) Makin′ ends meet (ooh, ooh) Daddy deadbeat (ooh, ooh) Had to steal for a meal or you can't eat You know? (Ooh, ooh) Poverty (ooh, ooh) Real cost, food babies, with (ooh, ooh) Now look at this shit We own property
Writer(s): Samuel Dew, Bill Kapri, Duval