The-Dream - 40 Acres lyrics

[Hook: The-Dream] Trouble world, trouble child Trouble times destroyed my smile No change of heart, no change of mind You can take what's yours but you gon' leave what's mine I'd rather die, than go home I'd rather die, than go home And I ain't leaving without my 40 acres [Verse 1: Pusha T] Unpolished, unapologetic This c**aine cowboy pushed it to the limit You thought Tony in that cell would've made us timid We found his old cell, b**h, we searchin' through the digits Anything Spanish, got me speaking Spanglish Money universal, that's the only language The dream ain't die, only some real n***as We was born to mothers who couldn't deal with us Left by fathers who wouldn't build with us I had both mine home, let's keep it real n***as My better half chose the better path, applaud him Younger brother me a spoiled child, I fought him I heard that the Devil's new playground is boredom The California top just falls back like autumn And they say I'm on the verge of winning I claim victory when Malice on the verge of sinning Old habits die hard That rainy day bag buried in the backyard It's heaven for a hustler, no graveyards Cause stand up n***as don't lie on no floors Much rather burn us, ashes to ashes Mix us with the powder, sell us to the ma**es We gon' keep it tight, rip it off the plastic Now you celebrate motherf**ers raise your gla**es Push... [Hook] [Verse 2: Pusha T] Unpolished, unapologetic Might have broke a heart or two but gave an honest effort My nonchalant attitude is always eff it 35 years of marriage and my momma left it You shouldn't question if you ever stood a chance with him The better question is did you enjoy the dance with him (Yughh!) I'll probably never pull you chair out, b**h You know this money grew your hair out, switch All that sh** I bought you wear out Rich, and I'm the only one I care about Place none above me, God don't like ugly Hate me or love me, only he can judge me Unpolished, unapologetic Big willie with the blow, n***as, I am legend School of hard knock, I attended Selling hard rock, f** who I offended I was a goner, punished by karma Called him tar baby now he's transcending genres The 911 came with the a** shots A toothless crackhead was the mascot The owner of the key to that padlock I'm Jordan vs Cavs for the last shot I need all mine, reparations We growin' poppy seeds on my 40 acres Push! [Hook]