Trying to get a clutch at what I could not Which failed I went to jail at the age of 15Ī young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much
Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrivalĪnd stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deepĪ man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M. It's been twenty-two long hard years, I'm still strugglin' Yo nigga respect mine, or here go the TEC-9 Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's
So I got with a sick ass click and went all out My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all No question I would speed, for cracks and weed Had second hands, moms bounced on old menĪ young youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo gooseĪnd let's start it like this son, rollin' with this oneīut it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiendĪnd running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
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(Cash Rules Everything Around Me) Take you on a natural joint Word up, two for fives them niggas got garbage down the way, word up (Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over here baby Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five finger shit)