A freestyle about ghetto life problems uncensored in my own point of view
Lyrics
Remember i was broke
They took me for a joke
Told them gonna make it
Told me you boy Krazy
Fast forward a couple years later
I'm still working
I be hustling daily
In love with the money
Yeah that's my baby
Get rich or die trying
That shit really motivates me
Hours in the trenches
That shit really changed me
This my letter to the Streets
Hope y'all niggas hear me
This my letter to the Streets
Hope y'all niggas feel me
I be hearing voices in head
I think I'm going Krazy
I be talking to the dead
Hoping they can hear me
Friends with them demons
They really understands me
Living my life on the edge
Somebody save me
No love in the hood
It's just envy
My own niggas trying to kill me
O.G's be snitching
Killed Nipsey
No more motivation
Just segregation
Niggas like it when you broke
And hate it when you make it
Kept it real since day one
I aint never faked it
Used to be lonely
Now everybody friendly
I don't even her name
But she telling people she my girlfriend
Word to Pac
In see no changes
Just racists and rapists
Murders and terrorists
Fake pastors, evil scientists
We still slaves
They using us
Politicians still lie to us
Go to school?
Teachers undermining us
In the hood
Ain't no lawyers and doctors
Just musicians and drug dealers
Thugs and Gangsters
Fiends posted on corners
Don't blame us
Don't Judge us
Coz we ain't got no choice
We underdogs
But we got PERSEVERANCE
Hustling hard
I want a big house and a Rolls Royce
Christian Dior and I want a ROLEX
But this life is COMPLEX
No cap
I got too many B's in trap
I was kicking doors before the rap
Now I'm on the road to success
I got a Map
This that victory Lap
