Frank Dukes - Reach Out lyrics

[Sample] "What would I've been if I'd reached out To you?" [Intro] Uh! SouthSide in this mothaf*cka! Look! [Verse] Uh! - The hard times'll hit you when your chillin' Explode describes the feelin', Henny cups help the healin'. (uh!) Money hungry hookers on my heals, I can hear 'em (I can hear 'em!) They showin' is comparin' cause this bu*ters much I'm carin' Where I'm from - the murder rate is climbin' through the ceilin' (yeah!) Lil' n***as walk to school and see they daddy on a buildin'. (uh!) Spray paint faces, then we grow up cops chase us On a every day basis meet the old head replacements. (yeah!) {What would I've beeeen...} Shorty said: "Survival is to go past the bottle." (yeah!) No faith! - Knocked out too young to read the Bible. (uhh!) Before they show you mercy they gon show you Marcialago (right!) Tooly in my cargo for n***a thinkin he hard, yo. (hard, yo!) "Do or die" motto like my boys that took it with 'em (whattup?) Ice flippin' star hit me hard won't forget 'em. (uhh!) Shout-outs to Cage, still mournin' offa Kwan Since a youngin' it was on life fast night gone. (uhh!) Knew him since a baby got the mind to stay strong Lost my best friend on the same night I perform. (perform!) Reality'll sting, yeah! And it's comin' by the swarm Get high til I'm gone, muffin' off a hundred on a arm. (whoo!) Ratha go a player then a mothaf*ckin' pawn Middle finger drawn til I'm back where I belong. (uh!) Got a letter from my n***a, told me ain't nobody close! That he was short-timin' and bombin' a couple toasts. (yeah!) Until then I boast. - Guccis out a ruthles car superstar Haters want the star shoot and move the bars. (uhh!) Trooper pulled me ova slippd and shorty poofd the charge. (uhh!) Livin' life without a limit want me use the card. (uhh!) Flow out the world, gotta ship the group to Mars (uhh!) Fresh to d**h alien pairin' up in a new Minaj. (yeah!) Life's a couple of hoes, bagged 'em both dual ma**age Dumb dough! Mow watch wildeyin' through the hard. {What would I've beeeen...} [Outro] Yeeah! We go hard! SouthSide Jamaica/Queens, n***a! Yeeah! R.I.P. to my n***a, Goldie! R.I.P. to my n***a, Me Balla! Money Stacks... Rest In Peace! 'Eeeeah! Uhh!