Ayo, this shit Steroids for a reason, nigga
Griselda, The Butcher
Ayo Green, I got niggas

Yo, uhh everybody won't believe
They ain't see the vision
Homicides, fathers dyin'
All they leave is wisdom
This for all my niggas that lost
Tryin' to beat the system
And had to learn how to shave
At a sink in prison
A reverend told me once that
Money won't beat religion
When your soul at peace
And everything's forgiven
We was angels without halos
Plus our wings was missin'
Back when we was innocent
Now things just different
My little homie just got hit at parole
My big homie wake up, eat breakfast
Serve a brick in a row i was locked too
It's weird when I visit the bros
On the other end of the
Table wearin visitin' clothes, uhh
I took risk tryin' to collect them racks
I came home so many times
Niggas stop sayin' welcome back
Was bad luck, I had to snap them curses
I wasn't half as perfect
I done stood in more traps than churches
They act tough, but when them gats up
Them cats get nervous
This MAC drop strangers off
Like a taxi service
Water could be thicker than blood
I'm really from that
Seen niggas give it all to the hood
Ain't get a crumb back
A place where it's hard to
Tell who really your friend
My daughters hit my cell and don't
Know which city I'm in
I'm from a place where the dead rest
Where the broke hustlers never
Seen real money 'til they got a Lear jet
I'm from a block where the bread at
Where a couple niggas gone for usin'
Phones that the Feds tapped
Gamblers survivin' off of head cracks
And only real niggas understand that
I'm from where I whip the 90
Brought a big bat
From where them suckers hit up hotties
So we slid back
I'm from where we never seen a fair scrap
This 40 kick somethin' in your
Ear like Craig Mack, ahhh!

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Writer(s): JAMES D'AGOSTINO, JEREMIE PENNICK