Doughboy

Uh You know I was just lookin' at some shit today, man I posted on my Instagram I was like 18 on the block freestylin' And I would've never thought that This shit'd ever get me here to this point But I don't really know how 'cause a nigga did everything And put the work in to get where I'm at now Where I'm 'posed to be, you know So this shit was written, for real, man Now we really rich Before rich, we was with the shits (straight up) With full clips, we could never miss I spent years in a whip with Chris I drop tears when I reminisce, but I ain't Doughboy I rap gangster like I'm O'Shea 40K a show, shit been kinda slow, yet I'm still okay Crib more lavish, why I never send my lawyer away Live like I got platinum plaques and I ain't with my gold today Farm a Glizzy in his name, but I still got his throwaway 'Member I was frustrated, rain, rain, go away Now I want a hundred 'cause a million ain't no dough today Wake up in L.A., I'm like, "Now, how my day gon' go today?" Think about your son, he made my angry days go away Profit to his savings, I just gave a whole show away (uh-huh) Soon as you don't have nowhere to go, God gon' show a way Just show some faith, take it like a soldier, even soldiers pray It's no coincidence, I'm from the land of the dead Blood on the pavement, hands on ya head Some of us won't make it out, that's what my mommy said Nobody saw shots, the block watched his body bled, uh Mama still cryin' on the scene, she can't even leave Whole hood immune to murder, we can't even grieve Ain't nobody else cryin' 'cause this the life of a heathen But his little brother, now, he got a trick up his sleeve He got a grip on that bitch, he better ran up on a nigga Got a chip on his shoulder, he ready to stand over a nigga If your bro die in them streets, is you gon' give him pity? Or you gon' make the hood red, you gon' paint the city? I'm ready to slide all night, I hope you still with me? We willin' to get through situations when it get real sticky I'm ready to make his mama cry, she gon' have to feel with me I'm ready to catch his brother lackin', we gotta kill Ricky I'm just a product of some shit If you look at the map, we was at the bottom of that bitch Kids growin' up like this, they don't think there's a problem with that shit All they know, where I'm from, nigga, if you starvin', hit a lick Or right robbery, get you rich But we was hustlin' on my strip Ain't have no big homies, give us nothin', ain't have shit Inherited wars, ain't know how to survive, but we did it I can tell you stories from the start to the finish Super savage, we was livin', nigga Gang shit, you know gang shit, we damn near started that, man Seven, nine S's, block to block Know we was young niggas that was savage early Did the impossible shit niggas thought we couldn't do, wouldn't do We did it, ten times over, man But you know that