Because niggas are still in the streets Niggas are still doing what they do So, you know, niggas tended back to that Huh, y'all, it ain't no secret that I really found plugs And showed the town love I put it down before I had a underground buzz I ain't do all this hard work to be around thugs I'm in the Barclay Crown Club getting my child grub Loud bud, got it out mud, they got my house bugged They ran in four Philly cribs and never found drugs, huh This four pound snub, will leave ya ground dug It's ground hogs in my backyard and brown cubs Put it all on my vision board, then I hit record When you stay down with your dogs, this is the reward We was poor, no furniture, sitting on the floor Fast forward, me and my son, sitting on the floors I ain't budge when they try to throw a bag at me Y'all can go ahead, laugh at me I refuse to let these record labels lab rat me I got a brick for every bump on your face And y'all niggas got bad acne Re-up was a weekly move In 06, we had bricks in the PT crews Wearing jewels with no gun, gotta teach these fools But y'all done shed enough blood to fill a three feet pool If you was really in these streets, then we'd be cool My life made completely for the TV tube I know crackheads that look like the ET dude And I could turn a half a square to a 3D cube, trust I'm steady winning, you don't see me bored, you see the score We turn beef the rest in peace murals, graffiti wars The spot I'm in, I couldn't dream of more But this game is hard to love it feel like siblings that you ain't meet before And I'm still moving merch, so imagine that stopping Nigga I really sold white, 50 pallets of cotton I'm teaching class, I'm glad y'all been watching Got your stash in my pocket Off serving white like I'm basking in robins It's for my niggas ducking drug bids That was us at Cubs crib On bricks in the room, stacked up like bunk beds I got a soft heart, I love kids I've been the best connect I helped make niggas rich as they plugs did I'm from the crack era where pitching wasn't easy Ain't no table in the house Sit that Digi on the TV Little snot nose, I come for 50 if you need me Block slow, feeling like Adidas, sitting on them Yeezys I'm not into that I know about y'all tricking on them Breezes Wrist chilling, looking like I'm pouring crystals from a Fiji My street laws, we gon' rock, so ain't no pictures when you see me And weak floors at the top just mean you're ceiling more squeaky Butch