For all my ville n***as man,
All my Carolina n***as man, (lights off and sh**)
All my real n***as, no matter where you come from
A dolla and a dream, thats all a n***a got
So if its about that c.r.e.a.m., then I'm all up in the spot.
I was raised in the F-A-
Why a n***a never gave me nothing?
Pops left me, I ain't never cry, baby, f** him, that's life.
And trust me I'm living,
Look what a n***a made out,
The sh** that I was given,
Look what a n***a came out
Momma sewing patches on my holes,
Man, our hoes couldn't put this flame out.
Straight up, I got my back against the brick wall,
I'm from a world where n***as never pop no Cristal, it was pistols.
You pa** through, you better pray them bullets missed y'all,
I thank the Lord He let a n***a make it this far,
A lot n***as don't, a lot of moms weep.
I gotta carry on, all the weight is on me.
You never know when a n***a might try to harm me.
Rest In Peace that n***a John Lee,
I pour liquor, homie.
It's foul, but yo the world keeps spinning,
Gotta keep winning, get up off this cheap linen,
n***a Imma eat, even if it means sinning,
n***as want beef, Imma sink my teeth in 'em.
Pause, I go harder, I am all about a dollar.
You n***as street smart? I'm a motherf**ing scholar.
So trust me, I ain't stopping 'til my money is long,
So much dough, them hoes will think I'm rocking money cologne.
Have a model at the crib waiting, "Honey, I'm home."
Cooking greens for a n***a, give 'em plenty, a dome.
It's funny, we dream about money so much its like we almost got it,
Until we reach up in our pockets, its time to face reality,
The ville is a trap n***a now,
And if you ain't focused you gonna be here for awhile, yeah.
My n***a Mike rolling with me, riding shotgun,
Type a n***a know about every car, but don't got one.
That's hunger, no wonder n***as f**ing with the evils,
Posted on the corner, selling crack like its legal.
But who am I to judge how a n***a get his paper?
This money coming soon, dog, I'm tryna get my cake up.
I guess I gotta wake up these n***as myself,
An E&J sipper, but my sh** is top shelf,
Young J, the rawest sh** you n***as ever heard of.
A journalist n***a, call me the Fayetteville Observer.
You know the routine, man
Fayettnam
Real n***as can relate,
And Ville n***as can relate, man.
My n***as know about the struggle, man.
What you know about your momma sewing patches on your holes, n***a?
I had the light blue jeans with the green patches, haha, oh sh**.
I was in like first grade man, I swear
It was like the Sixes came out, the Jordan Sixes.
Them sh** was so fly man, I wanted them so bad.
Darryl what up man?
My n***a Darryl had them sh**s on in cla** yo,
I wanted that sh** soooo bad.
I begged my mom for that sh**, you know.
But she couldn't afford it, yo, she gave me,
Got me some Reeboks black tops, ahaha
But that was all good tho, cuz uh,
The year after that I had, I had some, some no name sh**s,
Some all black sh**s, haha
Them sh**s had metal, metal shoelace buckles and sh**, you know?
But you know back then n***as didn't,
n***as ain't even know he was broke man, no worries and sh**.
But uh, times have changed man, I got bills,
My mom is in debt, what you know about that?
College loans and sh**, n***a
Gotta get this money, ma