If You Ain’t Slidin

Lyrics

[Verse 1] All this money can't bring my mama back I still got memories of when I was tourin' with The Mac And I still can't believe that The Jack got smacked And I'd give this all up if I could get my brodie back But mama raised a boy, so I'm thuggin' it out Exposed early, man, they was sellin' drugs in the house Born in it, they expect more from you You ain't the only one strugglin', stop complainin' 'bout what it done you I was one, two when my daddy died And fifteen later, that's when mama took flight But they raised me right so I'ma be alright I had some hard days, but I'ma see the night Still trappin' like I never made a dollar in it These thug tears real life, it's never a gimmick Project baby, project tenant, the rebels and sinners Red Hot Burritos, Doritos or Cheetos for dinner [Chorus] I can find that I ain't even lyin' I get tired of seein' people dyin' Hard out here, man, there's no denyin' Just get out the way if you ain't slidin' It's a jungle out here, it's a daily war And the other side plottin', tryna up the score I said the other side plottin', tryna up the score [Verse 2] And you could see my pain with my eyes closed Just like I could see the game through a blindfold My daddy had AIDS, it was sad, seen him die slow Told me, "No matter what, son, just go get your grind on" I made mistakes, I'm a human, I'ma make some more I made money, blew money, but I'ma make some more Took some chances, didn't win, but I'ma take some more A soldier of the ghetto I could prove it through my achin' bones Turn my scars to success, turn my wounds to wisdom And havin' knowledge of yourself is really true religion Can't help nobody if you can't help yourself and ain't no truer vision And these streets ain't gon' help you, keep playin' and get threw in prison Find out who your real friends when tough times upon you They go from treatin' you like a king, now to tryin' to pawn you Like a ring that they don't need, boy they'll try to pawn you The only friend you need is right inside you [Chorus] I can find that I ain't even lyin' I get tired of seein' people dyin' Hard out here, man, there's no denyin' Just get out the way if you ain't slidin' It's a jungle out here, it's a daily war And the other side plottin', tryna up the score I said the other side plottin', tryna up the score [Verse 3] Get out the way, get a job or go back to school And stay in school, lil homie, don't be actin' cool You do the fool, they do the do and treat you like a fool They'll lock your ass in a cage like a monkey, dude Ask any gangster that survived, "Was it really worth it?" And he gon' tell you stayin' in school woulda been his first pick And he gon' tell you it ain't cool, all this turf shit 'Cause it get dark when that demon really surface Is two years of havin' money worth twenty-five? Or worse than that, before twenty-five you gotta die? Your son gettin' raised by another man, treatin' him like a sucker Your daughter loose like a goose, lettin' niggas pluck her It's hard to set the perfect example for your little brother Your mom died, you ain't get a chance to tell her you love her Gotta be a man, but shed thug tears when you under your covers The streets is overrated on the real, brother to brother