[Verse 1] I'm a product of the block I lived and the Pacs, Nas's and BIGs For raw, took my dough across the George Washington Bridge I was poor, for more shock, had the law watchin' us live Off of pure rock, nigga, I put a Fort Knox in my crib I was the one they overlooked, now a nigga overbooked Got them haters disappointed like when the soda overcooked More money, more problems, jealous niggas throwin' looks That's why every hundred bands I make, my clip grow a foot Sold my story to the world, so everything I afford Came from me losin' my brother, and all the pain I absorbed I'm down soldiers, all the members of the gang I done lost On this road to success and, yes, it came at a cost So don't confuse what you hear, I put these jewels in my ear 'Cause I wore the same pair of kicks to school for a year, nigga I'd trade it all to get my niggas back, how real is that? 'Cause fuck it, we gon' grind together just to get it back
[Interlude] Ayo, life crazy, but shit gotta happen so other shit can happen. Real talk
[Verse 2] For the niggas in my position, take care of your daughters No matter what they choose to do, they aware what you taught 'em My kids took my advice 'cause I'm fair as a father My next deal, I need a office and shares of the market Two thousand dollar kicks, that shit I wear on your carpet You ever fuck two best friends that share an apartment? If you pop out with that MAC is you airin' or talkin'? 'Cause whoever don't shoot first gon' be carryin' coffins They put a mural of my face on the block I sold work on Never took the first off, got me shoppin' in Bergdorf Came home from school, City showed me a tool His brother kept under the bed, right in the room Few years later, I married the game, I jumped the broom I walked away with wounds, it wasn't what I assumed These niggas don't stick to codes, these hoes don't stick to rules I live that life, but y'all only gangster on iTunes
[Chorus] I'd trade it all, give the cash back, the jewels and the cars If it make you feel I'm different from y'all, come get the paintings off the wall My girl Benz, plus the one in the garage 'Cause to me that material shit small when they comin' out at my dogs Before we learned to run, we had to crawl My day ones right here standin' tall, so you can have it all If it mean I get my brother back tomorrow Shit, 'cause all I got left is the scars, I still would trade it allTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
