[Intro] Wake up, early in the mornin', grab my Glock, I'm out the door, trained to go Grindin through the fuckin' hustle, hit a stain up in the North Got my killas and young Ghost with me Ridin' through in the West, it's ruthless city **[Verse 1]** All my bitches doing dope You want nine right down your throat? Baby Ghost spitting game quick like Bone Never gave a fuck about the fame It was always about that dough The G, the H, the O, the S, to the T We bleed for that paper, keep these hoes on bending knees I can't be nobody but myself, to keep the peace You wanna make it in this world, you know that come with a fee I ain't never been a bitch, lil' boy, so don't be pressing me I get money in a bracket that you can not even reach Ghost Gang, yeah, we go way back, that lore be running deep Getting money since I was a youngin, I was 17 with a dream Hanging around some thugs and fiends, pimping bitches Had me walking with a lean, sipping on promethazine Looking around over my shoulder Don't trust nobody, gotta roll with a beam But I'ma keep my hands clean Remain the breadwinner for my team Arizona don't play Phoenix got them hoes that'll finesse in your face (in yo' face) Hit my young Ghost up, tell 'em be safe Already know they gone swing that gat' (Brrt) Mad House Music creeping up in the lac They even know this shit go way back I'll take it back, on the track Keep one in the' head All on tryna get me some new green Stop by the store, 'cuz I need some new leaves (Aye) Remember after school I had wrecked the Land Rover (Rover) Wake up, early in the mornin', grab my Glock, I'm out the door, trained to go Grindin through the fuckin' hustle, hit a stain up in the North Got my killas and young Ghost with me Ridin' through in the West, it's ruthless city Cap and gown in a shoebox by the bed Thought that paper meant a road ahead Now the sink full, fridge light, overdue stress If this don't hit, then I'm down to my last When the drums come in, I can't fold Whole block sleep, but my eyes still open Gold dream cracked, now the truth feel cold If this don't pop, I can't go back home The place I'm from, you don't need many guesses Was where the women had a fine line between being beautiful and being precious Nowhere in between Boys and men only two types, either arrogant or menacing The ones who wanted the best for themselves or the best for their enemies And now I'm back in that city, found myself among the scum And my guilt had doubled and my pride was gone At the mercy of an angel who'd helped me get back on my feet She saw me at my worst, still had me back for tea I done seen it killed to many people (I done seen it killed to many people) Shoot 'em down for everything they got You can tell 'em that I'm comin' (Somebody tell the world that I'm comin') (Somebody tell the world that I'm comin') And you can tell 'em that I'm– (tell 'em that I'm comin') [Verse] Landed, feelin' banded, had to come back from the way I was stranded Nostalgia set in, and the guilt expanded Pockets empty and a big bag full of chips, yeah, you know, the standard Was feelin' like a warrior of love, then they showed me the gun and I handed All of my dreams in Took me a couple years to get back on my feet, I mean, imagine Some are in too deep, others born into madness The place I'm from, you don't need many guesses Was where the women had a fine line between being beautiful and being precious Nowhere in between Boys and men only two types, either arrogant or menacing The ones who wanted the best for themselves or the best for their enemies And now I'm back in that city, found myself among the scum And my guilt had doubled and my pride was gone At the mercy of an angel who'd helped me get back on my feet She saw me at my worst, still had me back for tea One time for the bad bitches Three times for the real women If you get what you give, I want a million of them To my brothers who made it out, tell 'em I need assistance And bring a whole bag of money when you're payin' me a visit She asked me why I was here and how I'd gotten so poor I said, "The desert's hard, and it ain't always pure And the people you meet there sometimes you shouldn't trust 'Cause a smile don't mean nothin' if the eyes are covered in dust" "Enough about me, how's the life of a queen?" She said, "Not much different from the life of a king The boys still take from the poor to give to the poor And my love life is down there with yours But it's still death do us part, we stay, we nurture The men run away with the bread, but we bake it better And if you had any sense, you'd stop usin' words and put them to action 'Cause you used to be a man of the people and you still have the passion The revolution never sleeps, and you're still a believer Wake up, you dreamer.
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