Brody

Yo
This that shit right here, like
That type of shit that we be on, like, at an early age (Jansport J)
Seasoned vets
Yo, yo, yo

Was restless, chain smokin' soon as the stress hits
I was reckless because I knew I was protected
Soon as this check hit, I'ma go buy a bigger necklace, investments
It ain't really much question 'bout who the best is, blessings
I'm the king on board like how chess is
Uh, we the young niggas that's bringin' back the essence
Room full of all my rich homies, I learned lessons
Makin' six figures, that's one of my new obsessions
The streets made me this way, these are my confessions
I would've risked it all for a stack and the new 11s
I wasn't always connected, at first, I sold sevens
Me with no hustle, that's like a church with no reverend
The streets don't love nobody, she still gon' let you fuck
You been in it for a minute and you still ain't catchin' up
I been winnin' for a minute and still don't feel like I'm up
I done did a lot of shit and feel I still ain't done enough

I'ma go and get this cake so we can all shine
Can't believe we made it through them hard times
Had my back against the wall up in the hallway
I can't believe that we made it through them hard days
They ain't wanna give me shit, I had to take mine
I can't believe we made it through them hard times (Uh, uh)
Had my back against the wall up in the hallway (Uh, they know)
I can't believe that we made it through them hard days (Uh)

It's like everybody wanna be Big and wanna be Pac
Wanna be the trigger man, but don't wanna be shot
Wanna be like Nas or Jay, Dipset, or the Lox
Master P in No Limit, Free and Beans with the Roc
All the hustlin' I did, tryna be like my pops
Had me stressin' in the crib, on the run from the cops (I was on the run, nigga)
Niggas from my old class, they wanna be opps
That hatin' shit don't last, you wanna be in my spot
This fifty bands in cold cash, got this shit off a block
And them stories that I tell true shit 'bout my block
Lil' resi' on the scale, extra grams in the pot
Started off slingin' bales twelve hundred a pop
This when Face was still home, before Mike got shot
Right at Tia front door, before the block got hot
I had an old .38 before the Glock that cock
And did my first hand to hand in front of Julio's shop, it go, uh

I'ma go and get this cake so we can all shine
Can't believe we made it through them hard times
Had my back against the wall up in the hallway
I can't believe that we made it through them hard days
They ain't wanna give me shit, I had to take mine
I can't believe we made it through them hard times
Had my back against the wall up in the hallway
I can't believe that we made it through them hard days