Yeah
Ant Pacino
This shit is deep
This shit is real deep
I'ma take you back
Before the digi I was workin' off the triple beam
Before the weight, I was pushin' just to get a key
I let the fiends try it out before it hits the streets
I'm baggin' up before I put my kids to sleep
This shit is deep, I'm workin', I ain't gettin' sleep
I need a beat, press record and let me speak
I'm out of reach, reception on my phone is weak
I'm plantin' tree, I'm turnin' clones into P's
It's Mr. Hustle Harder, you say you need a piece
Well holla at me homie, I'll make sure you eat
I'm from the home of drug dealers and drive-bys
It's sad when the young ones die
And I can't lie, ain't nothin' fly about dyin' young
Be yourself young homie, what you hidin' from?
They say you live by it then you die by the gun
But I'd rather be with than without one
I'm countin' stupid money, I'm livin' crazy fast
I got a bright future and a crazy past
Can we make it last? Only the strong survive
This shit is deep, I'm 'bout to make the song cry
Now I lay me down to sleep, pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I die before I wake, pray the Lord my soul to take
I let the haters hate, stickin' to my paper chase
Movin' major weight, I do it with amazin' grace
Now I lay me down to sleep, pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I die before I wake, pray the Lord my soul to take
Illegal business, countin' up my daily bread
I fear no man but God, I'll sleep when I'm dead
A sip of kush nigga, you can tell by the smell
Ain't nothin' dope or fresh about goin' to jail
It ain't hard to tell, boy, fish scale
China white Sunny Delight, it ain't hard to sell
If it's A1, they blowin' up my cellular
Don't step on it, keep it pure like the Reagan era
I bought her Carreras, Cartier lenses
Duffle bag cartels, it was all business
We don't even conversate with you small midgets
Little money gettin' niggas can't ball with us
So many whips, you would think I was a car dealer
But I pump raw with E, you can get it hard nigga
He only get courage when he off of hard liquor
He actin' like a bitch so I buried his broad with him
You niggas can't see me through bifocals
I'm from the Midwest but my flow is tri-coastal
Now I lay me down to sleep, pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I die before I wake, pray the Lord my soul to take
I let the haters hate, stickin' to my paper chase
Movin' major weight, I do it with amazin' grace
Now I lay me down to sleep, pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I die before I wake, pray the Lord my soul to take
Illegal business, countin' up my daily bread
I fear no man but God, I'll sleep when I'm dead
Life in slow motion, writin' my flow potent
Made my mama cry, she thought I was so hopeless
I rose from the concrete, rose a mind to the palm trees
The game got me stressed, cigarillo full of bomb leaves
Tryin' to keep my kids fed, bosses schemin' on big bread
Prayin' to God on my knees before I hop in my big bed
Sleep the cousin of death, I'm starin' at my ceilin' fan
Reminiscin' on dead homies, wishin' they was here again
I never see my pops, I rarely see my son
Outstandin' warrants from bullshit that I done done
Life on the run, life in the slums
Another murder on my block got me clutchin' my gun
Hi-Tek like Mr. Spinks, leadin' Lord of War
Hustlin' for the big house in the bathrooms with the heated floors
Robin Hood, steal from the rich to feed the poorest
Freeze, Regal '84 with the scissor doors
Now I lay me down to sleep, pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I die before I wake, pray the Lord my soul to take
I let the haters hate, stickin' to my paper chase
Movin' major weight, I do it with amazin' grace
Now I lay me down to sleep, pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I die before I wake, pray the Lord my soul to take
Illegal business, countin' up my daily bread
I fear no man but God, I'll sleep when I'm dead