One by one, bitch niggas get served
As I touch nerves with these
special herbs
For my niggas in the street, I give love
For my niggas locked up, I give love
For the sisters in the struggle, I give love
This is all mine, love
Transform through beats in the street,
I give love
For my niggas locked up, I give love
For the sisters in the struggle, I give love
This is all mine, love
Transform through beats
One by one, bitch, niggas conserved
As I touch nerves with
those special herbs
Now seasoned by the architect,
spiced up the words
Streets move fast,
so everything is blurred
Give streets my love,
I can't forget you
Those who supported me,
be nothing without you
The best of times, the worst of times
Scars and memories travel
purse through time
Before a nigga made a dime,
before a nigga rhyme
Watch people in the street from
the bottom climb
They went after what they wanted,
hunger didn't stop
Defied all the odds,
and made it to the top
Some didn't get the chance,
murdered real young
Died over bullshit, others got strung
Forgot they were king and queens,
crack -touched lungs
Some fought law, but law still won
Streets is a movie,
new actors wanna roll
Crack heads, heads crack,
pack a crack store
Some stay in streets too long,
took a toll
Couldn't do the time, switch became
my niggas in the street I give love
For my niggas locked up I give love
For the sisters in the struggle I give love
This is all mine,
transformed through beats
In the street I give,
for my niggas locked up I give
For the sisters in the struggle I give
This is all mine,
transformed through beats
Seconds go by I'm starting
to feel my age
Scars 35 of em, 4 stars later
Still in trenches,
can't help it I'm a leader
Weight on shoulders,
load ain't getting lighter
Family suffer, squat to lift burden
Got good grip but legs are trembling
Focus on
G, meditate, settle in
Break self, good times, I'm remembering
Life was easy,
carried in momma's arms
Difficult older, momma know I carry arms
A son's a fighter,
momma know I carry on
Paralyzed,
but momma know I carry on
Persevere, billionaire, believe
Mr.
Carries on I can't rest,
I guess I'll do it when I'm gone
Hold back my dreams,
on this planet there's none
To show the streets that it can be done
In the street I give, for my niggas locked up I give, for the sisters in the struggle I give,
this is all mine, transform through beats
Women with beautiful
looks got them far
Got them a hustler, a ghetto street star
Got them jewelry, got them cars
They got some killed and put behind bars
Put in situations they
don't wanna be in
Since it's lockdown,
my heart for you is bleeding
Little kids watched street
life and was shown
Tried it on their own,
got murdered like they grown
Others got a hundred years,
whole life blown
Feeling like a fool,
should've stayed there after school
A few did make it, but most got shot
To school of hard knocks,
from you I learned a lot, so
Love
Love
Love
Love
Love
Love
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