Luca Vialli - 4 Minutes of Hell, Part 3 lyrics

[Produced by Luca Vialli] [Verse 1] My hunger is equal to my struggle I came from nothin' Grindin' then I made it to somethin' The age of a youngin' Started hangin' and bangin' and hustlin' Exchangin' the customs To make it in this dangerous jungle In a treacherous war People dying, nobody crying All the sh** that I saw You expect me to sit on the porch? Every moment is yours Freeze up and you fall by the torch where I'm from Better not front in the city I'm from Homicides on a Sunday in the city I'm from Young n***a, always hanging wit them older guys We was bangin', slangin' all the white But we ain't Oberweis Fantasizing, tryna be that trap n***a Can't get to the money We too busy tryna clap n***as Standing on that block, where my mama told me "Boy don't got right there" But I was by that store right there Learned everything I know right there Me and broski, brought me to the block He showed me the work, and he sold me the work But nobody never told me to work I used to post up, talk sh** and tote guns While we smoke blunts We knew the price if we gon' live this life But we like so what Cause no one gon' make a way for none of us to come up But I'm tryna make a way for every one of us to come up When the sun rise I roll a philly up, and load the semi up By 9 o'clock I'm drinkin' double cups and gettin' paper cuts We savin' up, sittin' on this money Now it's raisin' us. We trained to buss You can run dog, that's what this laser for I think I need to, take a breather Cause I'm hot as fever I'm about to bring some type of demon Right up outta me Cause I been feelin' like you p**y n***as tryna plot on me That's why I keep this Glock on me Plus I got all this guap on me But way before the flex you still could catch me On that block out east Lost my homies, now I feel like God just dropped a rock on me But I won't stop, I can't stop Gotta go hard, till my rate drop Spittin' all this fire make my face hot Now I can't wait till my tape drop And I'm still up on the 8 Block Late night me and J. Dot Better think twice for you ride past Let the 9 blast now the Jakes hot I was bout to take a rest but Smoke told me, "Bro it ain't no let ups" So I'm working hard like I'm in the pros Make a n***a b**h lick my sweat up She s**in' dick and I just met her She know a n***a next up She hope I don't neglect her And she know I don't respect her And I might forget my sweater But never leave the house without Berettas Still the same n***a from the gangway Tryna flip a ounce into a Phantom Catch me doing shows filling stands up You know the gang turn the fans up And you know we got them cans tucked Hope nobody don't get blammed up I be leanin' I can't stand up And this b**h asked me why my jeans sag Cause they tryna hold my bands up Heard somebody wanna rob me Well you bett' not give ya chance up 2 seats in the 50 shot I just hope I don't get jammed up And this 50 bett' not jam up I seen n***as get in jams and They ain't even stay to pick they mans up I seen n***as shakin' hands Then make the same n***as put they hands up I seen n***as changed gettin' change n***as that was cool since the sandbox So I gotta keep my head up 16 and I got one head up And ion talk, I let the gun talk And she don't never really understand nothin' Let a f** n***a ask somethin' Give a f** n***a every one Gave my young n***as couple .38s And some shells let em have fun Young n***as spend a lot of cash Cause growing up I never had none I'm like, "Oh I gotta get me some" Cause being broke wasn't any fun We got choppers for everyone Who want problems with anyone I be tired of tryna tell y'all n***as Where a n***a really comin' from And why a n***a gotta go hard Cause ion really come from nothin' And I never been a runner up Cause it ain't nobody runnin' us And Lil Mally got that sit em down If somebody ever runnin' up Imma always bond them k**as out What'chu think I got them hunnids for? Crazy James just knocked his sentence out Yeah the state done let a menace out So I'm showing up at my n***a house Like the cop that move the tenants out I see lil n***as want some Twitter clout But I ain't tryna put ya business out