Lyrics
All of my people are lit,
Most of my homies are fit.
We be hanging all around the streets,
And be getting all of the fyn shitz.
She be doing haram under sheets,
But we have to focus on our needs.
Had to pull up in Mazarati,
Cannot go to grave as a brokie.
Now all of my people got
Ntg to worry 'bout.
I be doin' all the grind
Since I'm on the field.
Now I'm working my ass off,
So all their desires might end.
Makin' the struggles
To add up my muscles,
So I could carry all the dread.
Ain't chasing bread,
I thinkin' outta the box.
Should be building the table instead.
Stacking the vision,
Moving with presicion,
I'm lifting us all when I raise.
No competition, there are lotta mission,
Made everything tatted on brain.
Who's the transformation?
Who's the inspiration — nigga.
All I could think 'bout is me.
Full of detonation,
Not just motivation,
Turn my rage into war energy.
They want the smoke — alr,
Let's jus keep rolling, but
Ain't getting stabs on the back.
Snakes on the grass,
And the eyes on the prize.
For me, quitting is harder than trying.
No mercy, no pause,
No rewind, no grasp.
Everything meant to be changed.
No teachers, no master,
The streets became chapter.
We learn from the mistake we make.
All of my people are lit,
Most of my homies are fit.
We be hanging all around the streets,
And be getting all of the fyn shitz.
She be doing haram under sheets,
But we have to focus on our needs.
Had to pull up in Mazarati,
Cannot go to grave as a brokie.
Gather round, lemme make everything clear.
We move as a unit and tight like a gear.
Ice on the wrist that we call it Cartier.
Been workin' on this shit for year after year.
Standing on our toes, makin' our lane,
People calling OUR life as game.
Stories are different, but hates are the same.
Moving with purpose and not jus the gain.
Been telling us to make this pain into flame.
Sittin' your ass down is what makes you lame.
Ruthless,
And this democracy is so cruel.
Been chitchatting with the rival,
Leavin' zero chance for the survival.
Tight.
This ain't never gonna be no right.
Are we rocking this shit? Yeah, we might.
We gon fight for this shit — (fight) (fight).
Truly hating this shit, but we fight.
Truly hating this shit, but we fight.
Truly hating this shit, but we fight (fight).