[Intro]
For all my ville n***as man
All my Carolina n***as man, (lights off and sh**)
All my real n***as, no matter where you come from
[Verse]
A dolla and a dream, thats all a n***a got
So if its about that cream, then I'm all up in the spot
I was raised in the F-A-Y/why a n***a never gave me nothing?
Pops left me, I ain't never cry, baby, f** him, that's life
And trust me I'm living, look what a n***a made out
The sh** that I was given, look what a n***a came out
Momma sewing patches on my holes
Man, our hoes couldn't put this flame out
Straight up, I got my back against the brick wall
I'm from a world where n***as never pop no Cristal, it was pistols
You pa** through, you better pray them bullets missed y'all
I thank the Lord, He let a n***a make it this far
A lot n***as don't, a lot of moms weep
I gotta carry on, all the weight is on me
You never know when a n***a might try to harm me
Rest In Peace that n***a John Lee, I pour liquor, homie
It's foul, but yo the world keeps spinning
Gotta keep winning, get up off this cheap linen
n***a I'mma eat, even if it means sinning
n***as want beef, I'mma sink my teeth in 'em
Pause, I go harder, I am all about a dollar
You n***as street smart? I'm a motherf**ing scholar
So trust me, I ain't stopping 'til my money is long
So much dough, them hoes will think I'm rocking money cologne
Have a model at the crib waiting, "Honey, I'm home."
Cooking greens for a n***a, give 'em plenty, a dome
It's funny, we dream about money so much its like we almost got it
Until we reach up in our pockets, its time to face reality
The ville is a trap n***a now
And if you ain't focused you gonna be here for awhile, yeah
My n***a Mike rolling with me, riding shotgun
Type a n***a know about every car, but don't got one
That's hunger, no wonder n***as f**ing with the evils
Posted on the corner, selling crack like its legal
But who am I to judge how a n***a get his paper?
This money coming soon, dog, I'm tryna get my cake up
I guess I gotta wake up these n***as myself
An E&J sipper, but my sh** is top shelf
Young J, the rawest sh** you n***as ever heard of
A journalist n***a, call me the Fayetteville Observer
You know the routine, man
Fayettnam
Real n***as can relate
And Ville n***as can relate, man
My n***as know about the struggle, man
What you know about your momma sewing patches on your holes, n***a?
I had the light blue jeans with the green patches, haha, oh sh**
I was in like first grade man, I swear
It was like the Sixes came out, the Jordan Sixes
Them sh** was so fly man, I wanted them so bad
Darryl what up man?
My n***a Darryl had them sh**s on in cla** yo
I wanted that sh** so bad
I begged my mom for that sh**, you know
But she couldn't afford it, yo, she gave me
Got me some Reeboks black tops, ahaha
But that was all good tho, cuz uh
The year after that I had, I had some, some no name sh**s
Some all black sh**s, haha
Them sh**s had metal, metal shoelace buckles and sh**, you know?
But you know back then n***as didn't
n***as ain't even know he was broke man, no worries and sh**
But uh, times have changed man, I got bills
My mom is in debt, what you know about that?
College loans and sh**, n***a
Gotta get this money, ma