sold plenty bags of nickle weed
and if a nigga have static boom
it ain't no love in these streets
and i still live around here
cause money never changed the way i looked around here
you know you gotta keep it grimey
you know you still not a ol' g
the number one rule; don't bite the hand that feed ya
cause one day gon' come back around
when you sho' gon' need us
shorty suffer from teachin'
then ya try to give 'em a word
now you up and ya bleedin'
you say it just ain't no love no mo'
but still the problem won't go
we livin' in this city full of rocks and blows
my family got to eat and that's all a nigga knows
sold plenty bags of nickle weed
and if a nigga have static boom
it ain't no love in these streets
now put yo'self off in my shoes
a child born is supposed to cry
fucked up in his own time