| Lyrics: | (feat. Anthony Hamilton)
[B. Stille]
This is for you, and you, and you,
and you
[Verse 1 - B. Stille]
Now I came up with little bad ass yeagas, to never had
ass yeagas
Slept and ate with our peeps but we let the streets raise us
Kept the weed
blazin, don't let the drink age us
Used to live outrageous, now we just couch
potatoes
Without the wages, to break out the project cages
Make do with what we got, use the
logic that God gave us
Losin faith is enough to make a man crazy
Can't even pay my
landlady
How the fuck I'm 'posed to save for my unplanned baby?
Joined the Navy, and my
uncle sayin "pay me"
Maybe I'm just too damn lazy but you can page me
Lately, been hustlin
grams daily
Holdin down my spot on the corner like (?)Champalee(?)
But I know I ain't the
only one (you feel me?)
On the gun livin on the run, look how they done momma's only son
X
me out like I'm, a Roman numeral
Damn, and ain't tryin to see me again, till my
funeral
[Chorus - Anthony Hamilton]
For so long I been grindin (grindin)
Paid my
dues, put my time in (time in)
Even went down for tryin
I pushed on
Never once did I
give up (give up)
Every time I fell I would get up (get up)
Always kept my spirit up
I
pushed on
[Verse 2 - Scales]
Now we finally feelin plush
Doin gotta do to keep our
nails airbrushed
Jade straight out the box, damn ne'er been touched
Damn I'm feelin good, B
lined me up
Till we never seen a Pontiac diamond-toed
Nappy Roots, what it mean to ya?
Mines and us
And don't be callin us slow, we ain't grind it up
Now my people all smiles
cause we out the slums
Sayin, "Look at Big Bud ol' sloppy dru |
