Текст песни
My nigga Flee told me some real shit the other day
For the ghettos, worldwide
It inspired me
Word, for the ghettos, worldwide
Niggas like us from the bottom could actually make it out, for real
For the ghettos, worldwide
Like for real though
Aight, aight, aight, look
Mama saying come back home
'Cause if I get locked will I come back home?
Or get sent upstate and not know what's up back home
And get football numbers and come back grown
'Cause I done did what I did for a dollar
If you a fiend, nigga, holla (Sauce)
Cause I got what you asked for
It's fresh off of the boat like you need a passport
Off of them foreign cars with expensive leather on the dashboard
Nigga, my cash part and fast forward, you asked for it
I am the block, I am Martin and Barack
Without Uncle Sam's hand in the pot serving ham sandwiches
Not salmon and lobster, yam and some pasta
There's a phantom of the opera
Handing out grams of the rock
Baking soda in the pan with Cîroc
When you stand as a black man, you got to be handling proper
Look at the CAT scan from your doctor
Poor health care, we need more help here
You ain't poor enough, they take you off welfare
This the bottom, you heard?
Man, it's so cold outside, it's so cold outside
If you not prepared, my nigga, don't go outside
Another day, another dollar, somebody mama gon' cry
Tell her don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, no
It's freezing outside (Sheesh)
They ain't eating, kids are sleeping outside
But not literally though
The living room floor is always filled
Up with snow (Clean that shit up)
Grew up off of EBT and food stamps
What you know about eating free lunch at
Youth camps? (Y'all don't know about that)
Don't cry, mama
I know I'm selling pies with no bow ties, mama
Team full of crazy niggas, fiend for a babysitter
Niggas on the scene getting cream since the '90s with us
Young lords, we was busting down Spaghetti-O's
Free up out the dime sack or black, you already know
Now I travel and kick, the barrel spit
Man, I'll tackle your bitch
Smoking cake, nigga, mackerel tish
They only hate on you after you rich, lord
Man, it's so cold outside, it's so cold outside
If you not prepared, my nigga, don't go outside
Another day, another dollar, somebody mama gon' cry
Tell her don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, no