Yeah, I used to pop a lot of shyt, now I keep it moderate
These nikkas know I been iced out, hopping out of shyt
Right now I'm praying for my son to get this scholarship
A nice university, one of these black colleges
Far as the hood go, I acknowledge it
But whoever ain't a snake usually a follower
Luckily, I can tell a difference
My man coming home, my other man getting sentenced
Soft nikkas usually send the hate through the bytches
Jealous Instagram nikkas hating on your pictures
We dream chasing, y'all nikkas walking behind wishes
Without working for it, not often you find riches
Some nikkas find coffins others just find ditches
Just ask around 'bout the militia, they malicious
D-block, finish that and cop more dope
I'm two-stroke, you four-stroke
If you got enough cigars we can all smoke
Ain't nothing all good when you all broke
So we could never be equal
Never bite the hand that'll feed you
Never fear a man if he bleed too
Some nikkas need a head shot, some nikkas need two
Play sweet in these streets and they'll leave you
You can't see the devil, he's see through
