1638 Street (Explicit)

You know I dedicate this to all my niggas still in the struggle, you know

Lost trying to find their way out

I feel you, nigga

Keep your head on

Niggas pocket watching, worrying 'bout the bread I bring home

Probably the type of nigga that can't leave home without his chain on

Same nigga parking lot pimp on top of his whip when they let the club out

Common sense ain't common, so he gotta walk around with his bankroll

Laugh 'cause I got a debit card

What you think they make banks for?

Ain't no interest on a drug run

They gotta trap just to make chains grow

Ain't too many niggas still living

That made a living off the game though

Without snitching or getting conscious

From the home broke from the cane though

I can empathize with the pain

Of being broke and gotta slang though

Mama smoke, gotta serve her or another nigga's weird

That's the game though

Thinking that it's all about a dollar

But I'm here to tell you that it ain't though

Talk to her like a junkie, not a queen

Or the one that gave birth to you

Spent the last dollar getting high

Nigga, she'll give her earth to you

It be hard to believe, but the government

The ones giving work to you

Making money, but your soul gone

Please tell me what it's worth to you

Got kids, but you never see 'em

Saying 'cause they live close to you

Gun fights over territory

Stray bullet hit the wrong one

Niggas dying over neighborhoods

And it's ****ed up now, I own them

Mama start lying to you now, nigga

I ain't never lied before

If I could tell you anything

I'd tell you to live your life and grow

Let intuition be your guide

And pick the path you want

And always keep it real with yourself

Don't ever fake the funk

Mama start lying to you now, nigga

I ain't never lied before

If I could tell you anything

I'd tell you to live your life and grow

Let intuition be your guide

And pick the path you want

And always keep it real with yourself

Don't ever fake the funk

P.O. want me to piss in the cup

And smoking is gon' be hard for me

Temp service I work for

Talking 'bout they ain't got no job for me

But the dope man told me

He gon' front whatever I buy

That deal sound advantageous

So I bought an ounce for five-one

Took it to my mama house and I cut it up

Got it off, I ain't **** it up

Selling nickel bricks, trying to double up

Reinvest a profit, trying to bubble up

Dope game ain't for me though

Hustle was too impatient

Got with some niggas kicking doors

Shit, I was tired of waiting

Had to stand up like a man

I can't fall off like a ***** now

Came up on a lick now

For some **** now got me lit now

Stacking up my funds, nigga

**** going to ice my wrist out

Put the Chevy in the shop

Summertime, I'm gon' pull that ***** out

Finally off them papers

Told my P.O.,"Suck my dick now"

If my mama ain't gotta work again

We rich now, she can quit now

Bro, I can't get the dick now

She mad, tryna throw a fit now

Dope game in the uproar

They gotta recall them white bricks

Cuz got a plug and an A on that dog food

That's Mike Vick

Spray the Pyrex with the Pam

Cause them pancakes just might stick

Why I'ma start lying to you now, nigga

I ain't never lied before

If I could tell you anything

I'd tell you to live your life and grow

Let intuition be your guide

And pick the path you want

And always keep it real with yourself

Don't ever fake the funk

Why I'ma start lying to you now, nigga

I ain't never lied before

If I could tell you anything

I'd tell you to live your life and grow

Let intuition be your guide

And pick the path you want

And always keep it real with yourself

Don't ever fake the funk