AB the Pro - Just Cuz lyrics

[Verse 1] They need help but they sh** We self sufficient It ain't my upper lip Y'all n******gs smell suspicious Now where we go the things go boom Forty degrees below, we so(?) Sporting with thieves And I don't want nada but a lot of commas Mama got bills keep worrying me And my b**h keep nagging I pray everyday My soul tell me keep asking My Aunties fasting I'm probably faster Been running the same pace I learn through travel Put us in the same place Will burn through half 'you We not in the same race We go right past them and over they heads So Imma talk about my life, and my city instead Where the cops hara** every black n***a with dreads And oh yeah Whack rappers, consider them dead The line was blurry but the grey area, it is clear Oh Yeah [Hook] Just cause I, love my n***as I shed blood, for my n***as Let a n***a holla, Where my n***as? All I wanna hear is, Right here my n***as [Verse 2] They say keep saying the sh** on your mind I say I will and I get on my grind I may win a Grammy and piss on the prize Okay, Im Just dry but uh, I just jotted Down the first thing that came to my mind AB made this beat, let's define Menaces we the fliest n******gs on our side The more soldiers you bring is gon' die You here but not seen You like WiFi And them n***as you with, believe them white lies But dreams from the ghetto can't tell a city's story Like I can tell you can tell you trying to be real, and failed to (?) me and my buddies,uh Secret society, n******gs keeping it fly Keeping it real, y'all n******gs keeping it cruddy I wear my heart on my sleeve but God beating it for me [Hook] [Verse 3] Impersonating thugs like X did to cops I have a n***a doing what Jimmy did to Pac LL and cannibus young part of an all seer Yeah, Brothers washing they faces with they own tears n******gs don't rap battle They would rather throw a bullet from the Mac at you Blessed with all the(?) If I had to, That's when I dig That's how we live I make it at you, me and this b**h on my hip They say we dope, like we at the bottom of the pot, Nope We dope, Like we at the bottom of the top Clientele supreme can't see us like ghost face Your chain oh so real, but you oh so fake When diamonds the closest you come to real sh** We gon' be running the game long as the torch is still lit [Hook]