Stay Down

Yeah, the world is yours, baby

What yours is mine though, ya know? Yours is mine

I'm hatin', I don't even know why

You fuck with these other ****, though

Fuck with the main man's **** for ten years

Gonna wish you had a **** like me, know what I'm sayin'?

Uh, slamming money on my big homie commissary

Jumped on that I-65 and take that trip back to Gary

Granny just passed, and my uncle out here smoking glass

But I still cook up in his crib, I gots to get to this cash

Forgive me father 'cause I'm so wrong

Running dope through your doorstep

Mom, I've been doing it for so long

When the water wasn't working and the lights was off

We could barely hold on

So I jumped off that porch and whipped up that yoke

And got my role on

Man, I had my selfish reasons, new J's and Jesus pieces

Fresh Nikes and a brand new polo

LV ****, check that logo

In the club, it's like a ho show

These ho's show out for me and the bitches in my past

They just didn't know what I could be, Freddie G

Hit the booth, pick up my pen and I pimp it, like write consistent

Extra lugers in the clip of my Ruger, my life extended

For at least ten more shots, should I get going or get got

But on the other hand, I got a bird landing

And a rubber band on my knot

I've been up, baby, I've done been down

Just good enough, ain't enough in my town

Yeah, I gotta get my thing right

So I can start the day right, right

'Cause I fucked up, baby, I been fucked round

And just good enough, ain't enough in my town

I gotta get my thing right, right

So I can start the day right, right

Yeah, uh, we bending corners in Caprice's

Big cut dogs and Cadillacs, that dope check I'm cashing that

And I'm choking, smoking on that gasoline

Lost a hubcap on my hooptie but my fiend just copped a teen

Had a dream that I was rich and famous all off this rapping shit

And the older **** laughed at me, I'ma gon' make it happen bitch

In boot camp, used to write my raps in my letters and send them to Roll

And say my **** check this, I'm gon' wreck shit when I get home

Dear Lord, we praising paper, really what I gotta take to make it

Pressing up these CD's and MP3's, trying to shake these haters

Plus I'm slanging just to maintain ducking investigation

Every year a ****'s only fear is the fed cases

Living in this industry, enemies come with smiling faces

But I feel like fuck all these rappers, they don't want no altercation

Baby face gangster, I earn my stripes out on the devil's playground

Peace to all my real **** that stay down

I've been up, baby I've done been down

Just good enough, ain't enough in my town

I gotta get my thing right, right

So I can start the day right, right

'Cause I fucked up, baby I been fucked round

And just good enough, ain't enough in my town

I gotta get my thing right, right

So I can start the day right, right

Uh, dedicated to my mothafuckin' enemies

Die in the dark, ****

All my real mothafucka's, that stay down with it

Yeah, shit, uh my G got **** to stay down

Uh, my LA **** they stay down

Uh, Brooklyn they stay down

Uh, CTE **** they stay down

I've been up, baby I've done been down

Just good enough, ain't enough in my town

I gotta get my thing right, right

So I can start the day right, right

'Cause I fucked up, baby I been fucked round

And just good enough, ain't enough in my town

I gotta get my thing right, right

So I can start the day right, right