Me and my brothers
We came from the trench
We use to share the same cloths
Rock the same shoes
Win
My loc
I told my nigga we going to win
Say no more
That is what he said
Smoking and sipping his Hennessy
Smoking and sipping his Hennessy
Looking at how far we have been through
With all the lessons and blessings and thuggin
Plus all the niggas we lost too
Plus all the niggas we lost too
Life is not a bed of roses
Some blessings so hard to comprehend
Brothers are snitching on brothers
For the bag many men gone
For the bag many price paid
With the price many men made
That homie Judas is carrot
For the bag many men slayed
Eventually
Snitches gonna get stitches
All my life
My og's taught me never to snitch
Never to swear to the corps
West Side
I Have been on the Grind daily
Trying to make a living
Fuck your feelings
Am gonna ball
Lavish nigga
Am a boss
Making money
To the core
I don't care
Yes I want more
Am in Maldives
To explore
You talking time
I have got the clock
You talking toys
Am talking glocks
Am talking bread
You talking crops
That is the difference
With the vision
You counting three
I am counting four
My life is like an open cheque
Am still on the road
In no mans land
I want more
More and more
Have got plenty
But I want more
It's time to open your eyes my nigga
Real quick
If he snitched once
He is going to snitch twice
Fact
Real Recognize Real
Anything you say
Make you know say
Snitches get stitches
Snitches get stitches
Any where you they
Make you know say
Men they dey watch you
Men they dey watch you