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This for those in the streets
That always stay above the heat
Because they are what they eat
They got their own industry
They could watch, never seeing what they saw
They could look, never being what they see
Never wanna lose but they will take
Always getting bread instead of making cake
Always getting bread instead of making cake
Always getting bread instead of making cake
It's like I got God on my Ipod
Last supper no wine no champagne
No pain got half out of 5 stars
Heaven sent Sun for a full day
I'm not the type to play fortnite
Still have time when the week ends
Never seen me around, weak friends
Gotta be strong like the inner me
Cut you off close like a enemy
I be looking at you
You be looking into me
Gotta discern who's
Really worth your time
It's 6:59, never in a line
At the corner store
I ones who still got
a lot to learn need to wait
When everything's open carry
Empty bottles, I'm done with that stencil
I don't do the mold
I'm spitting that fire
I don't do the cold
Illegit OG's, legend has it
Let em hate me, like they family
Across the thin line
Niggas in the Volvo
If we can never evolve them
We will never involve them
Everyday on the block open up shop
They don't smoke but they still get cooked
Because they are what they eat
They got their own industries
They could watch, never see in what they saw
They could look, never be what they see
Never wanna lose but they will take
Always getting bread instead of making cake
Always getting bread instead of making cake
Leading by example
But they don't really see nothing
Hustle on Wall street
With their backs against the wall
I don't know another way to explain this idea
There's a thin line between standing there
And standing here
