| That had a voice
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| But it was just never heard
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| I speak for y’all
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| Y’all forever in my heart
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| My only wish, my only goal
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| Is that my music and these words guide you to be a much better person then I’ve
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| ever been
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| Today I turn twenty-one
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| Never thought I’d make it here
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| Even back when I was young
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| I was never scared to face my fears
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| Like, what’s the deal out here?
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| Summer time come around its getting real out here
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| Niggas is playing for keeps in the field out here
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| These streets cold, they don’t care how you feel out here… for real
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| Cause everybody wanna be with it
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| Out here they taking lives for they team on your fitted
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| All they worry 'bout is money and bitches
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| All these rappers ridiculous they dividing us not making no difference
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| But yo, I used to want an Acura used to want a Benz
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| Used to want bad bitch to show off to my friends
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| Now all I want is my homies out of the pin
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| My pen touches my paper I’m reminiscing to them
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| I mix my Henny and gin
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| Never needed no chaser
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| Never chase for no women that comes when you chase the paper
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| Realist shit I said play it back and you’ll thank me later
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| I’ve never seen a cat make a mil off being a hater
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| Look
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| My niggas smoking in the tinted truck
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| All limo but we never roll the windows up
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| Riding through your city so they know wassup, in Yours Truly we trust
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| Man I give a fuck 'bout what a hater got to say about me and my team
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| You call your lady a bitch, I refer to mine as a queen
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| Hang around nine lazy motherfuckers, you the tenth homie
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| So how you smokin' but ain’t pay your fucking rent homie?
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| Yeah, you know, that’s just that real shit
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| Sometimes I feel like I don’t want to feel shit
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| All the stress that I’m tryna deal with
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| I try to keep the family together, but yo they still split
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| Our generation is blinded, I blame the radio
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| I blame TV for making it cool to call ladies hoes
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| I blame these rappers for acting like they got straps
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| And teaching our kids to put kids in caskets for the sake of making dough
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| I, I probably never know why
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| The fucking system don’t try
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| My niggas getting so high, my niggas getting so high, you know
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| And thats probably only cause we feel so low at times
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| We just looking for something to lift us back up
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| They said I’d be a junkie, said I’d be a thief
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| Said I’d be a no good vandal running the streets
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| I just want peace, everybody want beef
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| Done dirty by my family, my friends, enemies, even police
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| Ain’t no love in these streets, ain’t no trust in these streets
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| Lost too many friends homie, I can’t fuck with these streets
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| I don’t know what’s more important
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| If they love me or they fear me
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| Got a lot to say and I want the whole world to hear me
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| Yours Truly |