[Al-D] I lost everything I had y'all, before all the fame So I remain the same, cause real niggaz don't change I shedded tears through the years, who said G's don't cry Cause it was times that I, felt I wanted to die No lie I've seen hard times, I know how it feels To have mo' than the next, and less than the next man on the real I don't care, cause ain't no telling what might happen Thank God for the fact, that I'm blessed in this rap black And ain't no turning back, I got my foot in the do' Watch my back and stay strapped, cause haters hate me much mo' I don't know why it's like this, but I'ma get mine Cause plexing only leads to poverty, death and jail time From the yay to the hay, from the way to the Bay From tight cribs to Cadillacs, to no place to stay From O-Z's to fifty packs, from steaks to dickie snacks From G's to empty pockets, from jacking to kicking raps
[Hook] I'm reaching, to the top nonstop Eyes on the prize, till I fold a bigger knot I'm reaching, leaving haters behind Balling with my nigs', grinding at the same time I'm reaching, to the top nonstop Forever representing, till my casket drop I'm reaching, leaving haters behind Cracking up the ground, in my houpe smoking pine
[Al-D] They said I wouldn't make it, they said I was better off dead They said, a nigga would end up in the FEDs They said fool, even with an album out you're no one They smiled inside my face, behind my back they said I'm so dumb They sent evil to stop me, and sprinkle dirt to hurt me Their words were smooth as butter, but their aim was to curse me They said a lot of thangs, but I chilled and maintained Knowing one day, I'll play like superstars in the game X myself from them haters, now I'm blind no mo' X myself from doing dirt, now it's time to flow Since '92 fool, brothers recognize me Just a black G, peace to G.P. and Gotti Slanging stones like two smooth, brick homes Caps and loc's, kept my identity unknown Stuck on probation, with my mind on time I put my mind on rhyme, on the one but I'm
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[Al-D] Get the green 'fore I fuck up, smoking fat sacks reminiscing With my niggaz from the hood, way back in the days when we use to trip in The jungle, survival was the only thing we knew Late nights in the Cadillino, rolling deep with my crew Slanging rocks on the blocks, fat sacks to the playas Steady dodging the cops, busting shots at them haters Living my life as a hustler G, it wasn't easy Cause wild times left this nigga buck wild, laying em down with my nine Plus I got a baby on the way, what could I do I tried to get a job, but none of them hoes came through So I'm reaching for my ski mask, loading up my twelve gauge Looking for a lick to hit, in my younger days Cause ways in the ghetto life, had a playa sunk in the streets Sorrow was my me, man teal was my bed sheets Frustrated aggravated, what the fuck was sent to me The ghetto is hell, the only free Penitentiary
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