We was trying beat the odds, we was doing whats best for us
We was selling dog food, we opened a pet store
Lil hittas fooling and i kno they'll do that drill for me
Even on a church day i let em do that drill for me (aye)
I get ya block shot up on a sunday,
I'll get ya hood spent twice on a monday
Cause where im from they dont leave without no gunplay
And i dont traveled thousands of miles
Away, its like i pray a thousand times a day
Why its so hard for the real ones to make it,
When i was broke you shouldve seen the smile on they faces
I gotta watch em cant let em back stab
Me, gave em my all and they still crab me
I stood tall i was stiff manikin,
Take care my niggas cant having them panicking
Ride with that fire with that pole
Out, i hug that block til im sold out
Now its my time and i cant hold out,
They cut they eyes when they see me when i roll out
We was tryna beat the odds, we was doing whats best for us
We was selling dog food, we opened a pet store
Lil hittas fooling And i know that they'll drill for me
Even on a chuch day i know they do that drill for me (aye)
I'll get ya block shot up on a sunday,
Ill get ya hood spun twice on a monday
Cause where im from they wont leave without no gunplay
And i done traveled thousands of miles
Away, its like i pray a thousand times a day
Why its so hard all for real ones to make it,
When i was broke you shouldve seen the smiles on they faces
We still winning, Na he on probation but he still with it
We done spun six days in a row and we still spinning
I done cut lil homie off you know i couldnt deal with him
Now i be with real killers all them niggas kill killers (aye)
I gave my youngin 20 pounds and help him move
Weight, we hit your block up from sunday to tuesday
And when we done i swear that shit it look like dooms
Day, i never heard no church choir I heard tools spray
I cant lose my focus i got tunnel vision,
I dont fuck with them other niggas because they sucker niggas
1500 bblock We got it out the gutter nigga,
Lees for some new b's sweats than i make a hunnit in em (real talk)
I'll get ya block shot up on a sunday,
Ill get your hood spun twice on a monday
Cause where im from they wont leave without no gunplay
And i done traveled thousands of miles
Away, its like i pray a thousand times a day
Why its so hard for the real ones to make it,
When i was broke you shouldve seen the smile on they faces
I gotta watch em cant let em back stab
Em, gave em my all and the still crab me
I stood tall i was stiff manikin,
Take care my niggas cant have them panicking
Ride with that fire with that pole
Out, i hug that block til im sold out
Now its my time and i cant hold out,
They cut they eyes when they see me when i role out