And it's hard to keep yo' eye on the prize When you come out the trenches where niggas they don't survive Will I get a mil' and put on for the team? Will I see 18 and get to live out my dreams? I'm startin' to think I think too much But my mama, she think I don't think enough But I'm startin' to think that I think too much But my mama believe I don't think enough Aye, aye
Young nigga and I come straight out the bottom Where the younger niggas pistol poppin' And that's how we solve all they problems And it kinda make me wonder "Will a nigga fall a victim?" My brother hit for a chicken, I think somebody gon' kill him I think it's best I give him this choppa while I tote a 30 rounds I don't pull over for coppers, I know how it's goin' down Won't shoot me with my hands up 'Cause I'm young, black, and handsome and in this Phantom Tryna get my bands up Beast while in the streets but I'm still my grandma grandson No remorse for me so I gotta keep my pants up Beast while in the streets but I'm still my grandma grandson No remorse for me so I gotta keep my pants up
It be hard to keep yo' eye on the prize When you come from the trenches where niggas they don't survive Will I get a mil' and put on for the team? Will I see 18 and get to live out my dreams? I'm startin' to think I think too much But my mama, she think I don't think enough But I'm startin' to think that I think too much But my mama, she think I don't think enough Aye, aye
I don't think enough...
Sometimes it feel like nobody understand me I'm tryna get moms a Bentley and get a mansion for granny I got bigger problems than you bitch, I'm tryna feed my family Everybody get mad, they can't get a piece of the candy Can't make everybody happy, they feel like I'm doin' 'em dirt Was sippin' lean and smokin' purp, just tryna calm down my nerves Everyday somebody else face end up on a shirt So the shit won't work, I think I need to go to church Instead I'm thuggin' and robbin' and hangin' with all of the goblins Mama said go to school but I was hangin' in the projects Can't think in math class 'cause ain't no money in my wallet Can't even go to lunch 'cause ain't no crunch in my pocket
And it's hard to keep yo' eye on the prize When you come from the trenches where niggas they don't survive Will I get a mil' and put on for the team? Will I see 18 and get to live out my dreams? I'm startin' to think I think too much But my mama, she think I don't think enough But I'm startin' to think that I think too much My mama, she think I don't think enough AyeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.