Can't Spell Success (feat. Cuzzy Capone)

Fuck high school I'm trying find a lick Can't spell success, but I can buy a Six Kicked me out the house, and told them they can split Moved off of 60th, and on to 5th Stood in front of Nix and sold 200 nicks Drop it on the hood, by some scandolous crips Bought my first Cutlass, eyes on my tip 30 in the .40 incase you wanna trip Blacc Sam told me, Hussle, that's 200 cent It was when I knew the world was mine without a fucking blimp Mostly 50s, 20's and a couple 10's Moms counted with us, then she got a Benz Thanks to my mother, both my aunties and my grandma God bless you, cause I know I was a handful The foundation, I was running through the sandbox With the growing pains, but the love never ran out Became a man watching uncle Reg' and grandpa Corey taught me how to squabble with my head up He told me, you will stop losing when you're fed up Show me how to get my own fucking handout Where I'm at, niggas die walking to the corner store Instead of progress, candles burn and the Remy pours Keep an extra set of eyes if you're getting yours Desert Eagle shells flying straight through them hemi doors And back at Charlie's with the cavi when I hug floors Left Slip rocks, wanting to be drug lord At Penny Pinches used to hustle to the crack of dawn If you ain't tryna get the money, what you in it for? What you in it for? I'm trynna get the dough (Cash!) Count me up Stay on the lot Money, power and respect for the chosen few Came through on low pros now they know to shoot Nineteen, fuck rap, I'm the local truth Me and Hub had the Alpinas, we the only two Promote the gang, live and die for my rollie chain Rich, gang banging music, I know my lane [?] and [?] was a protege Pop the trunk and I'm manifesting my mobile ways Real Estate, repossessed and do you know the pain? Brodie in the state, I'm on the block quarter ounce of 'caine Life cycles and circles that bubble into rage Turn to self-destructive behavior, somebody light some sage