Blessing II Da Streets

Ayy, it's time to talk to y'all ****, man

You **** think I owe you somethin'?

(Mmm, Tadoe, I like this)

Aight

I know a lot of **** fake, I cut the head up off a snake

I went broke and got rich, a lot of **** can't relate

Tears rollin' down my face, shackled up behind them gates

When my brother lost his life, we turned up the murder rate

Homies beefin' over bitches, that's the shit I stay away

I can't sleep until I'm platinum, I just hope I stay awake

Takin' trips out of town, foreign cars, paper plates

They ain't wanna let me in, so I had to make a way

I pray to God every night, they just gave my brother life

Hit him with the three strikes, he still puttin' up a fight

And I'm slidin' for my ****, if he wrong or he right

On parole, ridin' dirty, I'm a felon with a pipe

I seen his daughter last night, I told her it's gon' be alright

And she probably don't believe me 'cause most of these **** lie

The way she looked me in my eye make a **** wanna cry

Until your daddy come back home, your uncle gon' be on your side

FBI workin' overtime, I'm prayin' I survive

They say my brother killed my brother, that shit hurt me deep inside

And I miss Lil B, he was with me before he died

**** say they want me dead, but every day, I be outside

On parole with this chopper, I ain't got no time to hide

I'm God in the streets, they wanna see me crucified

They shot Dre the ten times, you know it's do or die

We flipped they hood like a hurricane when Lil Doodie died

Mama lost me to the streets, that's the only time she cried

Seein' Jay's in that casket was the first time I died

**** go to jail and change, so I ain't sayin', "Free the guys"

**** should've been an opp, so why they playin' both sides?

Run and tell them **** that, since you wanna be a spy

You could get your ass whacked for actin' like you wanna die

The way you speakin' on my name, I know you gettin' high

**** wide around the mouth, **** pockets on dry

If it's on, then it's on, I ain't askin' you why

Pourin' Frank out the window on the passenger side

Click, click, boom, then we trashin' the ride

Leave 'em at the light, then we passin' 'em by

Another lost soul, another mama cryin'

Tony Rome say I'm goin' hard, I told him I ain't tryin'

I just blew through a couple M's and I ain't even lyin'

Wakin' up in cold sweat, hearin' FBI sirens

And he got five kids, they got took by CPS

I just took her ten bands, I just hate to see she stressed

She ain't never stole from me, she just wanna see me blessed

And she break down in tears when she see me in the jets

I'll die and go to hell before you see me with my ex

She'd rather see me dead before she see me with a check

The homies hatin' on me, rather see me up in debt

Or doin' life in jail before they see me on the jet

It's a cold, cold game, I done slept up in the rain

I endured so much pain, but I'm the only one to blame

I was real when I was broke, but now I'm fake, I got some change

Since we was kids, everybody know I fed the whole gang

Same **** who had all the bitches, lettin' us run trains

The same **** at my mama house, teachin' y'all the game

The same **** in the alleyway, sellin' cocaine

It's still SOE, stars over everything, ****

Stars over everything, ****