Intro f. dona, miz

I had the streets waiting
Like a drought, my niggaz be patient
My daughter was recently born, I took a brief hiatus
Then Ty died, then I fell into a deep oasis
Others sparred, which reappeared, when Spree' was traded
Love is love, even with people hatingg
Niggaz be slingin' daily, with no hope, expect for beatin' cases
I frequent places, where single mothers, are teens with babies
And fatherless homes are common as police who hate us
For the color of our skin, or the v's we came in
Rockin' these beats, doin' those sneakers, my scheme be plannin'
Since I came with The Realness, I been labeled the illest
Dealer, M.C., leavin' people amazed with my lyrics
We don't need you to feel us, just recognize
We in the building, with heaters concealed
Burnin' our name in the ceiling, Legal Hustle, nigga

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My hood divided, I don't fuck with the niggaz from the other side
My homies drop it, like flies
Painful timems have a nigga livin' reckless
All I expected was to see another day
Take my momma out the pj's, it got's to be another way
They pumpin' on my chest, and I'm screamin'
I stop breathing, my love one's leaving
Money never went to those that really need it
Brownsville, Bed-Stuy and Fort Green and
The whole Eastside's sayin' 'fuck the police'
On the mic, I'm a beast
The church tried to critize me for my disbelief
Mentally I'm at war, I'mma smorse' it all
Trials and tribulations, false accusations
Of me, being in deep, we'll shit, they rob me, nigga