Real nigga radio (DJ Lavish Lee)
The good thing about bein' counted out and left for dead (it's Budda Beats)
They never see you comin'
Regardless of what you goin' through, young brother
Remember, bad days always a promise
That better days is around the corner
I got some niggas doin' time, got some niggas slangin' iron
Tryna make it out the ghetto, only thing that's on his mind
Feel like you won't, they try to tell 'em everything gon' be fine
He on his own, everybody left him behind (yeah)
This for them thugs in the trenches
And them ones waitin' on the visits
Free all them niggas in prison, I wouldn't wish that on my enemy
And all of my thugs in the ghetto (woah)
Just listen
Keep grindin', you gon' get it, nobody gotta see your vision
This for them thug niggas in the street (street)
Can't go nowhere without the heat (the heat)
And he ain't playin' no games, load that bitch and bang it if they want the beef (rrah)
Them computer games will get you deleted
He ain't got that iron, he ain't sleepin' (uh-uh)
And lately he been doin' bad, he ready to flash for the littlest reason
Got too many people in the ghetto (ghetto)
It's hard for me to let go (let go)
I'll get all my sleep when I'm dead, bitch, what the fuck I need to rest for?
Bust that boy up, he ain't die
Lil' unlucky, but he blessed, though (you blessed)
Fuck the police, I ain't talkin', put me in the room, I got strep throat (damn)
I ain't have no money for a pistol, I had to rob a nigga with a fake gun (get 'em)
Bought a pistol, got caught with it, said "Fuck Bail", now I'm on the run (run)
Give a fuck if you a lil' older, in these streets you gon' be my son (for real)
Get your money up, 'cause when you beefin' with no money, ain't no fun
I got some niggas doin' time, got some niggas slangin' iron
Tryna make it out the ghetto, only thing that's on his mind
Feel like you won't, they try to tell 'em everything gon' be fine
He on his own, everybody left him behind (yeah)
This for them thugs in the trenches
And them ones waitin' on the visits
Free all them niggas in prison, I wouldn't wish that on my enemy
And all of my thugs in the ghetto
Just listen
Keep grindin', you gon' get it, nobody gotta see your vision
Okay, my young nigga don't smoke, but he keep a smoke pole, huh
Big bro still smokin' and he on parole
I used to hate my grandma house, that shit was full of roaches, yeah
I be paranoid, so watch how you approach me
Ayy, one day, we gon' make it out the ghetto
I had a dream that I was rich, I woke up dead broke (I was dead broke)
I swear, I shed so many tears I can't cry no more (cry no more)
They gave lil' bro so many years he can't slide no more, uh (can't slide no more)
Chasin' so much paper that my leg broke, yeah, uh
Trappin' and finessin' off a earphone, uh
Ayy, finger-fuck that money, treat it like a red bone
Nigga play, I'll put his name on a headstone
I got some niggas doin' time, got some niggas slangin' iron
Tryna make it out the ghetto only thing that's on his mind
Feel like you won't, they try to tell 'em everything gon' be fine
He on his own, everybody left him behind (yeah)
This for them thugs in the trenches
And them ones waitin' on the visits
Free all them niggas in prison, I wouldn't wish that on my enemy
And all of my thugs in the ghetto (woah)
Just listen
Keep grindin', you gon' get it, nobody gotta see your vision, yeah