[Verse 1: ScHoolBoy Q:]
What it’s like for a n-gga like me
Livin’ out his backpack every night needin’ a new place to sleep
But this is now, n-gga!
Ones for the money, two for the b-tches
Three to get ready cause I feel I finally did it
Four’s for the jealous rapper mad because he finished
Turn that motherf-cker to a critic
Man, I got so much sh-t up on my plate dawg
I was hangin’ on them corners late
Pockets wasn’t straight, b-tch
I ain’t gon’ make it at this rate, dawg
Know what I’m sayin’?
n-gga prayin’ up to God just hopin’ that he hear a n-gga
I know the world got more problems and it’s much bigger
But I figured, I’d get some sh-t up off my chest
To all my n-ggas I would die for
Load my pistol up, go out and war for
To all my n-ggas that’ll never make it out the streets
F-ck it, keep goin’ hard, don’t let ‘em see you weak
To all my n-ggas first time steppin’ in the pen
Read a book and exercise, keep your spirit in
To all my n-ggas that’s gon’ f-ck around and die today
Take our hats off, bow our heads and let us pray
Just wanna say
[Hook: ScHoolBoy Q:]
Stay blessed my n-gga, blessed my n-gga
Really think about it, could be worse my n-gga
Don’t stress my n-gga, yes my n-gga
We all blessed my n-gga
[Verse 2: ScHoolBoy Q:]
Now how the f-ck I’m ‘posed to say this?
You see, my n-gga just lost his son while I’m here huggin’ on my daughter
I grip her harder
Kiss her on the head as I cry for a bit
Thinkin’ of some bullsh-t to tell him, like
“It’ll be okay. You’ll be straight, it’ll be aight.”
Well, f-ck that sh-t, whatever you need, yo, I got it!
Whether it’s money or some weed or puttin’ in work, f-ck it, then I’m ridin’!
You know wa-sup, but now a n-gga couldn’t stick around
Told myself that after y’all moved that I’d be a f-ckin’ fool
To be livin’ by the street rules
F-ck police tattoos, that happens when you ditch school
But anyway, keep the faith, stay strong brah
Remain’ solid brah
Keep playin’ ball cause it’s the only way up out it brah
A n-gga proud of ya’
Tell Floyd to enjoy his newborn seed, I’ll have whatever he needs
We the last of a dyin’ breed, live life, smoke trees
See how far we’ve come, but most, I’m sorry for your son
[Hook]
[Bridge: Ab-Soul:]
And you ain’t gotta shed no tear
I’ll be everywhere
And I’mma always be right here
I ain’t forgot those years
I’ll be everwhere
But I’mma always be right here
[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar:]
Livin’ in a premature place – wait
Never grow to see the pearly gates – break
Every time a bullet detonate – dates
Of obituary carry crates of a scary picture
With a family member that relate to ya
In December you was finna pin another case
On your record in a stolen Expedition, play it safe
As the record spinnin’ you was hearin’ angels entertain
Every pun intended, that was wicked, comin’ from your brain
Recognize you listened and you didn’t hit the block again
That’s because the minute after you had moved you would be slain
Open up another chapter in the book and read ‘gain
Story of a gun-clapper really tryna make a change
Everybody ain’t (blessed my n-gga)
Yes, my n-gga, you’re blessed
Take advantage, do your best, my n-gga
Don’t stress, you was granted everything inside this planet
Anything you imagine, you possess, my n-gga
You reject these n-ggas, that neglect, your respect
For the progress of a baby step, my n-gga
Step, step my n-gga
One, two, skip, skip
Back, back, look both ways
Pull it off the hip
Blast at anybody say that you can’t flip
This crack into rap music every other zip is a track
Get used to it, get it off quick
Come back, give back to the city you’ve built
That’s that, don’t trip, see money, f-ck n-ggas, dawg
It ain’t nothin’ but a bunch of f-ck n-ggas dawg
In a minute everybody gon’ be winnin’
Put a little faith in it then recognize that we all
[Hook]
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