Nigga stressed out I’m in between celebrating and feeling left out But I’m still counting my blessings Traumatized, so we riding with Wessons Locked and loaded up with rounds of protection Profound with aggression, you found us on Essex We drowning in lessons, and rounded in sessions Tryna pound out the sound of oppression Hearing this and now you bound to respect it, muthafucka Coalition going bad cuz you rockin’ with other suckas Now that pressure heavy, front line while you never ready Wanna shine but they never let me, past chasing me and never catch me Cuz the truth is scary, when them shootings varied shit was revolutionary
Stand like a man, do you understand? Create a fist from your hand, do you understand? And never quit on your plans, do you understand? We can’t get rich off this land, do you understand?
Made my first hunnid grand, a hunnid rubber bands Happy I can share it with the fam Lost friends, and I shed tears in my Lamb Had to face it like I’m doing glam Made my heart numb and use my head Try to analyze what I said I broke bread and they ain’t give a damn Had to think about myself, but I ain’t selfish, I’m just one man Therefore, if I’m feeling helpless them I’m going blam I’m going all in, like the Panthers I just wanna see us all win I mean all the people like me, but not with cars and nice things All the hustlas on the street with Nikes and white tees Light skin so I had to toughen up to fight these If you elevate your mind just like me it might ease Suffocating and they blaming it on lean and tight jeans But if you stay awake and dream the right things you might breathe killa
Stand like a man, do you understand? Create a fist from your hand, do you understand? And never quit on your plans, do you understand? We can’t get rich off this land, do you understand?
Being rich is a mindset Yeah I understand We was balling, I took an L Well let’s run again Rather ten lying than fifty sheep You don’t understand My circle small You fifty deep Still you undermanned Out here with that drum again I’m just tryna make it home Think my own people tryna ooh me Lord I pray I’m wrong Keep calling me bro like I’m slow, I just play along Nigga try to snake, I’m gone Drum finna play a song for ’em The sky’s the limit? Nah the sky is the floor Head in the clouds God quiet the noise Headed to trial I should’ve fired the lawyer Tell a lie with my hand on the Bible I lie in a song before I’m compromising my morals I blew M’s not on me, on us But that type of shit don’t show up on the stat sheet I’m driving, can’t nobody ride up in the backseat Cuz that backdoor open and I can’t let ’em catch me that sweet
Stand like a man, do you understand? Create a fist from your hand, do you understand? And never quit on your plans, do you understand? We can’t get rich off this land, do you understand?