[Intro] Yeah, that's what we're gonna do We gon' talk about the street shit Ayy, look
[Verse] I don't care 'bout haters, I'm only concerned what hustlers think But I think it's time I finally address this publicly It's rubbin' me the wrong way when these rappers speak comfortably 'Bout street life, it seem like they only givin' y'all luxuries I sat on work when I was positive it would sell You know this game come with way more consequences than jail Bittersweet when you went in it deep, gassed up a rented V Travelin' with a key while I'm passin' through Tennessee Told baby girl I'd be back, she said be careful I told baby girl I'd be strapped, that made her worry more Street niggas live by dirty laws, I got my stripes, how you earnin' yours? Can't let these niggas think I'm turnin' soft It's gonna be hard to convince kids But honestly, losses taught me more than my wins did It's complicated, I can't see it, work hard to just break even We traded that for them great beaches in St. Regis Trust me, there's two sides, one glamorous, other scandalous These symptoms of abandonment, we suffer damages I was you, not comprehendin' or understandin' it Losses turn into pain, then they become advantages, ah
[Outro] You know that's real shit Sometimes you gotta lose something to gain something There's two sides to this shit For every nigga, for every nigga you see out here winnin' It's a hundred niggas still in the trenches, man Don't forget about that This shit chess, man, we makin' boss moves You can't be making cheap mistakes, feel me? Remember that shit Be careful nigga, that's comin' from a nigga who did everything And this the Burden of Proof, uhTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
