Lyrics
You ain't bout no murda
You ain't bout no killin
Stand up for yourself brotha
Go on raise your children
Got 2 cities all on my back
Got 2 50s all in my lap
Knock these snitches off of the map
Man I ain't buying all that
You a King!
You aint a gangsta Or no hustler
You aint a pimp, man you my brother
cnd yo the sooner you discover
Showin love don't make u a sucka
I was on world tours
While You was on world star
Marveling at how trifling these girls are
Spending your advance on a chain and a sports car
Tryna get support in your city is like Dolly in a sports bra
Used to change my D's into B's on my report card
Now I got a seat where the academy awards are
They say you like the johann of yo time
With yo grind you should be on in no time
Problem is I don't bite my tongue for no cosigns
Nigerian nightmare dragging folks to the goal line
Christian Okoye, rippin through the foy-ye
Get it the raw way
Philly to broadway
If u don't work, then u don't eat
We put in work, yeah you know me
Times is hard, but we ain't stressin
Count ya money but count ya blessings
You ain't bout no murda
You ain't bout no killin
Stand up for yourself brotha
Go on raise your children
Got 2 cities all on my back
Got 2 50s all in my lap
Knock these snitches off of the map
Man I ain't buying all that
You a King!
You aint a gangsta Or no hustler
You aint a pimp, man you my brother
cnd yo the sooner you discover
Showin love don't make u a sucka
Brotha pull ya pants up
Stand up like a man bruh
I know times is hard sometimes
We struggle for an answer
But this stuff is cancer, eatin at yo soul
Now we fighting over materials
We ain't even got control