What We Gotta Do
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Try to reach my destiny, but I swear 'til the death of me
Feel like about a year of this left in me
They love me 'cause my integrity, loyalty
My interests big business, never scared when they pressure me
Stand tall, come with them vests and them hand mugs
Whoever disrespect us, we have a Mexican stand off
Right now, the streets better than the game
All this new bullshit, half the veterans is drained
Try to get my sprinkle, what a life we live
The more light, the more vice, the more life we give
As I walk through the struggles
Try to help 'em walk through they troubles
You know, put the parts to they puzzles
'Cause you don't wanna end up in the dark, in the puddle
Or end up gettin' fucked in the dark, in a bubble
Moanin', a bunch of grown men, you know you on your own end
The nigga that you went for, sent for, that nigga roamin'
What a nigga gotta do to get ahead? 'Cause
The more we gain, somebody end up dead
But, we on the road tryna straighten these ends
But in the mix of it, we losin' all our God damn friends
I wonder, what a homie gotta do to get ahead? 'Cause
The more we gain, somebody end up dead
But, we on the road tryna straighten these ends
But in the mix of it, we losin' all our God damn friends
It's like we fallin' over, and can't nobody see it
But me and my fallen soldiers, nights colder and colder
You know the streets mold us, mama couldn't control us
From sellin' to nothin' to felonies, up in them folders
Chip on my shoulder, gettin' older, it's hotter to feel
It's always somethin' like somebody just gotta be killed
And then they squeal, so I peel, try to keep it real
But I ain't been out to chill since they took my nigga Neal
Y'all don't feel the way I feel, smokers up and down that hill
Used to cover for each other, one a hustle, one a shield
It's just ill how my nigga left, why he ain't have his vest?
Why they had to put them fuckin' holes through my homie chest?
Why his mama gotta stress? Take away her joy
Think about her boy, and all she think about is death
End of the road, everybody gon' meet it
It's just a fucked up game, man, how do we treat it?
I wonder
What a nigga gotta do to get ahead? 'Cause
The more we gain, somebody end up dead
But, we on the road tryna straighten these ends
But in the mix of it, we losin' all our God damn friends
I wonder, what a homie gotta do to get ahead? 'Cause
The more we gain, somebody end up dead
But, we on the road tryna straighten these ends
But in the mix of it, we losin' all our God damn friends
What up, Leezy? I know you seein' your boys
Finally moved our moms out, we back to back in them toys
Makin' noise as you woulda wanted
Niggas still whinin' about frontin', we done did it and done it
Still go through the 5, you know the check up on 5
Give him a couple dollars and a holla, make sure he fly
Can't ask why, we live this shit, it's the code
In the back of my mind, still wishin' that you rode
You know Neal got rocked, right, and Arch got popped
Down on Chris' aunt block, you know this shit won't stop
Still got J in the box, I'm still messin' with Glocks
We still messin' with rock, but Jay callin' the shots
Watch, this time around, it's goin' down, believe me
Rap game greasy, but my niggas need me
In the words of a wise man, rest in peace to Leezy
Man, it ain't easy when another nigga leave me
What a nigga gotta do to get ahead? 'Cause
The more we gain, somebody end up dead
But, we on the road tryna straighten these ends
But in the mix of it, we losin' all our God damn friends
I wonder, what a homie gotta do to get ahead? 'Cause
The more we gain, somebody end up dead
But, we on the road tryna straighten these ends
But in the mix of it, we losin' all our God damn friends