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?
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