Blessing II Da Streets

Lyrics

[Intro] Aye it's time to talk to y'all niggas man You niggas think I owe you something? Aight [Verse] I know a lot of niggas fake I cut the head up off of snakes I went broke and got rich, a lot of niggas can't relate Tears rolling down my face Shackled up behind them gates When my brother lost his life, we turned up the murder rate Homies beefing over bitches, that's the shit I stay away I can't sleep until I'm platinum, I just hope I stay awake Taking trips out of town, foreign cars, paper plates They ain't want to let me in, so I had to make a way I pray to God every night They just gave my brother life Hit him with the 3 strikes He's still putting up a fight And I'm sliding for my nigga, if he wrong or he right On parole riding dirty, I'm a felon with a pipe I seen his daughter last night I told her it's gon' be alright And she prolly don't believe me 'cause most of these niggas lie The way she look me in my eye Make a nigga want to cry Until your daddy come back home, your uncle gon' be on your side FBI, working overtime, I'm praying I survive They say my brother killed my brother, that shit hurt me deep inside And I miss lil B, he was with me before he died Niggas say they want me dead, but everyday I be outside On parole with this choppa, I ain't got no time to hide I'm God in the streets, they want to see me crucified They shot Dreda 10 times, you know it's do or die We flipped they hood like a hurricane when lil [?] died Mama lost me to the streets, that's the only time she cried Seeing Jayge in that casket, was the first time I died Niggas go to jail and change, so I ain't saying free the guys Niggas should of been the opps the way they playing both sides Run and tell 'em niggas that, since you want to be a spy You can get your ass whacked, for acting like you want to die The way you speaking on my name, I know you getting high Nigga white around the mouth, nigga pockets all dry If it's on then it's on, I ain't asking you why Four and Frank out the window on the passenger side Click click boom, then we trashing the ride Leave 'em at the light, then we passing 'em by Another lost soul, another mama crying Tony Rome say I'm going hard, I told him I ain't trying I just blew through a couple M's, and I ain't even lying Waking up in cold sweat, hearing FBI sirens And he got five kids, they got took by CPS I just took her 10 bands, I just hate to see she stressed She ain't never stole from me, she just want to see me blessed And she break down in tears when she see me in the jets I'd die and go to hell before you see me with my ex She rather see me dead before she see me with a check The homies hating on me rather see me up in debt Or doing life in jail before they see me on the jet It's a cold, cold game I done slept up in the rain I endured so much pain But I'm the only one to blame I was real when I was broke, but now I'm fake, I got some chances We was kids everybody know, I fed the whole gang Same nigga who had all the bitches letting us run trains The same nigga at my mama house teaching y'all the game The same nigga in the alleyway selling cocaine And still SOE, Starz Over Everythang, nigga