You can't stop the rain, I'm knee deep in this game
Until I die, I'm still thuggin', tryin' to live and maintain
I pee the game on these streets, cause dumb niggas compete
They'd rather see a player fall, than stand tall in his feet
All I see is currency, jealousy seems to reign
Because my thug is raised to life, I'm all niggas who they blame
And it's a shame to see my best friends turn to foes
Used to be down with a nigga, but now they act like hoes
Those who oppose get rolled over, cause you hate to see me fall
One time tryin' to stick me, so now who can I call?
I'm askin' God, can he save me?
I smoke the weed to keep the G from goin' crazy
It's plain to see I'm gettin' high to ease the pain
So I can pass the time, explainin' my life in these rhymes
But now I'm a-losin' my mind
Until the day they bury me, I'll be a hustler for life
While niggas shot some on you, bust a suit, it's time to strike
Doin' it right, gotta make these ends
What is it like? A nigga's got to win
You ain't gon' like what I got to give
I'm flowin' nice, flyin' in you for real
Doin' it right, gotta make these ends
What is it like? A nigga's got to win
You ain't gon' like what I got to give
I'm flowin' nice, flyin' in you for real
As a young black poet, niggas try to be me
Obviously I live by the rules, M-O-B
Cause these broads be phonin', every show they up on me
Before I started poetry, it seemed they didn't know me
Backstabbers in the place, but I'ma smile with no grace
AKs in your face, gloves show no trace
While I'm rollin' in my bent neck
I keep a close strap, cause haters tryin' to get me
My clip empty, but warrants in the chamber
Get ready for danger, don't fool with no stranger
Tryin' to frame her, big on makin' money ride
Gettin' paid day and night in the limelight
My rhyme type, I'm tryin' to do it right
I'ma realize on how these days pass by
But see, you got to realize one day we all gon' die
I'ma try, ain't gon' lie, hold up now
I'm lost in love on these streets
Sellin' drugs, what the *, make your wins meet
How can I beat loyalty when the law's after me?
Tryin' to capture me, tryin' to gather me
I be down and pee, make a red seat
Cause I move too quickly
Before it be able to get too stable and say,
Let's move this
See, position, I'm on a mission, a expedition
So listen, I did not mention, we ought to move a kilo
But y'all know the main thing to the game
Make the money flow, the cash flow
Doin' it right, gotta make these ends
What is it like, a nigga's got to win
You ain't gon' like, what I've got to give
I'm flowin' nice, flyin' you for real
Doin' it right, gotta make these ends
What is it like, a nigga's got to win
You ain't gon' like, what I've got to give
I'm flowin' nice, flyin' you for real
Sit back, and let me school you on these streets
Smoke a sweep, believe me, this * get deep
What does it take to make you realize these streets for real?
Hit em wrong, actin' strong, and you will get killed
On the real, what's the deal with the Benjamins?
All my friends disappeared till I got some ends again
In the bins again, with the twins again
In the skins again, watch how many try to win
And stick me for my dividend
Paper makes these niggas act wild
I had my mind on a million since I was a kid
It's a job, I thank the Lord that I'm livin'
But I'm still in the hood
So I accept what I got and make it look good
It's like the streets is callin' me, death is callin' me
Kill sweeps is callin' me, but y'all don't take the time to see
I'm tryin' to be what I can see, the road ahead of me
They say they'll die young, but I ain't ready, G
Doin' it right, gotta make these ends
What is it like, a nigga's got to win
You ain't gon' like, what I've got to give
I'm flowin' nice, flyin' you for real
Doin' it right, gotta make these ends
What is it like, a nigga's got to win
You ain't gon' like, what I've got to give
I'm flowin' nice, flyin' you for real
My first rhyme out the doghouse, jammed out now
My mom think it's my raw, niggas about to get buckwild
Visualized on the ground, bein' trampled by cows
And tryin' to sneak up out the crib, bein' watched by a owl
Verbals and vowels and adjectives you can't forget about now
G-Felix, Turk, and Patrick representin' jammed out
And I'm the new dog in town, snatchin' panties
And I'm the new dog in town, snatchin' panties
Nightgowns on the crown, and we be rippin' down
Cities and towns in Little E, San Antonio bound
He made the beat, Jamaica, Jamaica, break a breaker
Down on Kirby Street, we rollin' sweets, we bangin' freaks
Who gots the keys to the Jeep, or the pearl white fleet
Or the Bentley on the beach, it's hard to sleep
We mob figures, we destroyin' defeat
And everything is obsolete, man, we can't be beat
We doin' it right, we smokin' flight, we gettin' high as a kite
And put your money on the mob, cause we gon' ride tonight
We doin' it right
Doin' it right, gotta make these ends
What is it like, a nigga's got to win
You ain't gon' like, what I got to give
I'm doin' nice, blottin' you for real
Doin' it right, gotta make these ends
What is it like, a nigga's got to win
You ain't gon' like, what I got to give
I'm doin' nice, blottin' you for real