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To my peoples thats been locked away for a while
Keep your head up
To my peoples thats been strugglin all their life
Never give up (No never give up)
To my people that are lost along the way
I'll never forget (I'll never forget)
Live your life the way you have to to get ahead
With no regrets
(187)
I used to run with straight cap peelers, hardcore killers
To the people next door I wasn't nothin but the dope dealer
Stayin up all night to make ends meet
Yeah, 'cos livin in the ghetto ain't cheap
And ask me do my momma know a thing - hell nah
'cos she gon' be the first to turn me into the law
I got tired of seeing the drama on her face
All stressed out and depressed tryin to keep the place
So I worked odd job after odd job for the man
But that didn't even get my ends close enough to shake hands
I’m stressed out right about now,
So I hooked up with the homie from the streets who put it down
He said you make 2 G's a drop
li'l nigga don't be flossin about it or your ass sure to get popped
Thinkin' to myself I'mma do this for now
Come up and blow up and move moms in the cut
I'm doing about six drops a week
I'm knowin niggaz from every hood - partner it's all good
I'm in school tryin' to live out mom's dream
Outsell y'all and make a bomb ass smoke screen
Locked in the game doin my thang like Bruce Wayne
Tryin to ease momma pain and stop the rain
I thank God I never been to the pen
But if I had to I'd do it again
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(Phone rings)
What's up man, this is Vin, man
yo what's happ'nin' man?
I got some drama with some old playa haters
-ah man, that's why you was blowin me up man?
old hoodie ass, I'll be through there in a minute, man.
Like Gs we roll with the ass dropped
Like Gs we roll with the tops down
Like Gs we coast
'til homie past the post
'cos yo, we finna get fucked up
I say uh, kick the ? and uh...
(KMG)
Can you feel my illustration?
I'm thick for the penetration
No hesitation, I step to a 'f' blowing dust off her shelf
I'm kinda horny - I just bounced from the county
So if you don't mind me absorbing the womb,
Hit it smooth then slide out the room
After making you assume the position
Now I'm in the twist after going
On a mission
Gotta spit at my homies though,
You know my peoples
Yeah, the ones on the hill,
Plus the folks in the hood, we all equal
I was talking to my partner the other day
We was sitting in the mall parking lot
He was 'bout to serve three chicken wings
He said "shit ain't changed, homie, shit ain't changed"
So, uh,
Strap for strap, even though I rap
Ain't no way in hell I can watch my own back
So I got my brother on the right, and my brother on the left
One in the khaki suit, the other one well dressed
Hit yo' ass like the stealth
Above The Law
Too much caviar
Put holes through you, lick you through your radar
See I'm pistol whipping clicks with my lyrics
I'm on a cheddar run so may family benefits
I throw the vittles on the table for my young ones
Let the maid know that I'm out
Y'all I'm on one
To meet with some real conglomerates on the street
For some heat
Then we smoke, baby
Then we drink, baby
Now my homies, I love my Cali scene
It's the real thing, it's the real thing.
Chorus
To my peoples that's been locked away....