[Verse 1] Niggas be running from the real just to blend in with the fake Got to watch out for the rats, they friendly with the snakes Cause when you swinging through the hood and your bentley with the plates The jealously in their heart will show the envy in there face My city frigid enough to make an eskimo shiver And since I made it out they say, "That's a cold nigga" Cause I dont give a fuck and I probably never will It's some shit inside my heart that will probably never heal Like 3 kidnappings of people close to me Plus the murder of the very man who meant most to me Yet I'm still determined , lonely but I'm pushing See God got my back, big homie good looking Everyone get a storm, can't pass up on the weather And Puffy ain't drop me, God had something better So in the mean time I'm still grinding Still writing, still shining All you hating ass niggas still fighting for my life
[Hook] To all them soldiers, we are bigger Love and respect, don't ever give up To all them mothers, to all the hustlers We see you fighting for your life Your life, your life We see you fighting for your life
[Verse 2] I never started rapping for the platinum nor the fame For me it was more so a distraction from the pain But to hustle this hard and your passion is a dream Let alone not to feel as all your ashes is in vein Cause I could have everything double But minus my struggle, I can't say that it's actually a game Two seconds away from greatness, we ain't practicing the same Ya'll niggas in the storm, but me, I'm dancing in the rain You couldn't heal my hurt with all the diamonds and pearls Since music is my difference, I'mma be the world's Even though they try to block us, intimidate us, and hold us It only solidifys we're a generation of soldiers Your struggle doesn't define you It forces you to find you And when you make it out, you realize you were designed to I know you going to shine through You just got to claim it Keep going, keep pushing, keep aiming Keep fighting for your life
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[Verse 3] Yeah this is my everything before the fame hit me Never went against the grain despite the way the game did me My own city staring at me like they ain't get me I'm 50 a game, how you still letting lames stick me? I'm way better, Mayweather couldn't train with me Train to let my life on the tracks like a train hit me I climb, I grind, I shine, I ain't lying Einstein probably couldn't match brains with me See I'm a G I can't envy Cause I am a a G-I A-N-T No emotions from a king, I can feel it and not show it Haters to small, I can kill 'em and not know it When all the real G's coming, all the suckers gunna go For lack of that vital organ in their upper torso So fuck a more so I'm ready, I'm hyping, I'm hitting It's clear, I'm fighting for my life
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