[Intro]
(David Wesson)
Yeah
6Print
You gotta roll to this sh*t
Yeah
6Print really mean a ni**a just
Got a blueprint to the streets
I did it from the 6, though, my way (Yeah)
Who still with me, ni**a? (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Bought another piece, this sh*t get contagious (Yeah)
Lifestyle of a street ni**a rich and famous (Street ni**a)
I was hustlin' with a blind, but I see different angles
Got a plan and rode my own wave, now we on different pages (We on different pages)
Left them ni**as at the gate because they left me starvin' (For real)
Had some people in the way, but I'm blessed regardless (fu*k 'em)
Don't need a motherfu*kin' soul, they ain't help me hardly (Nah)
In the field, I was goin' dumb, now I flex retarded (Flex)
Gotta watch out for them hoes, they be the snakiest (Watch them hoes)
You think them ni**as really bros, they just baitin' sh*t (Yeah)
And if you wanna be a champ, you gotta take a risk (Take a risk, ni**a)
Want a blessing, but I pray to God or it's a waiting list (Drank God)
Finally seen a million dollars after all this pain (For real)
I finally appreciate the L's after all this gain (I do, though)
Finally see a little sun after all this rain
Enemies, best friends, and opps, that sh*t all the same (It's all the same, though)
Yeah
[Interlude]
Know some crazy sh*t?
I was ridin' on 94 the other day
Leavin' the Range Rover dealership
Bangin' Nipsey, doin' sixty miles per hour, real sh*t
Doin' sixty miles per hour
Mad as hell 'cause the b*tch wouldn't let me put it in my company name and sh*t
But Nip said somethin', that sh*t made me think
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I'm still dealin' with the fact that I got inner demons (Yeah)
I'm still dealin' with the guilt from my ni**a leavin' (GG)
I'm still dealin' with the karma, she come any season (fu*k karma)
Used to ain't have sh*t to live for, now I got plenty reasons (Got a lot to live)
Life was fuzzy for a minute, now it's gettin' clearer (I can see it)
ni**as quick to point the finger, but won't look in mirrors (Look in the mirror)
They out here killin' real ni**as, this sh*t gettin' serious (This sh*t fu*ked up)
I see broke down, stressin', hurt when I look in the mirror (Broke down)
I look my son in the eyes like, "You gon' be a man" (Vito)
"Don't ever let a ni**a play you, gotta feed your fam" (No, son)
My baby cousin caught a body for a weed a gram (Free lil' cuz)
And I see ni**as tellin' all the time, it must be a trend (This sh*t trendy)
ni**as say they care for me, but they ain't there for me (They ain't never there)
You ain't gotta check on me, just say a prayer for me (Pray for me)
I'm in the slums every day, b*tch, I ain't never leave (On the 6, ni**a)
fu*k the streets, gotta give my family up what's left of me, ni**a (Family)
[Outro]
My son had said some crazy sh*t to me the other day, he said, "Daddy
Why you always at work? I'd rather have you at home than have you at work, we already got enough money"
I said, "What you know about money, ni**a?"
He said, "I just know you got enough of it, you can stay home with your babies"
sh*t crazy, man
He only four years old, talkin' like that
God bless him
Blessed with a king with some knowledge
That's why we go to college, like I ain't do
Ain't never gotta live like I did
Ayy, what about that time that I was stayin' on Sanford?
At that crackhouse with them two crackheads with no lights, no gas, no water
And I was eighteen and sh*t, grown as fu*k
Livin' like that, man
Only person that was there for me was KiKi
Guess where Ki at? She still with me
She still with me