can't sell dope forever

homie

you can't sell dope foreva

you can't sell coke foreva

you can't sell smoke foreva

baby

you can't sell ex foreva

you can't sell sex foreva

we gotta get ourselves togetha

it ain't too many dope dealers retiring

it ain't too many old prostitutes vacationing on the islands

instead of knock 'em down

my focus is to inspire 'em

stop worshiping money and worship something higher up

don't get me wrong cuz

i done been there

bottom of the barrel man and it ain't shit there

no food

no love

whole lot of kids there

hand me down footwear

we got put here

she wanna have a baby

what coz he got good hair?

but he ain't got no job

and she on welfare

all he do is go rob

she do the blowjobs

for '06 bonnie & clyde

life is so hard

stuck between a rock and a hard place

look into the sky and there's no sign of god's face

we can't get a break

i see my people all stuck in a slump

it's like we just can't get over the hump

we need some motivation

we need some inspiration

we need to be more creative in our ways to get paper

the block will have ya ass in a box for your duration

nigga

all i'm sayin' is this

all i'm sayin' is this. homie

you can't sell dope foreva

you can't sell coke foreva

you can't sell smoke foreva

baby

you can't sell ex foreva

you can't sell sex foreva

we gotta get ourselves togetha

homie

you can't sell dope foreva

you can't sell coke foreva

you can't sell smoke foreva

baby

you can't sell ex foreva

you can't sell sex foreva

we gotta get ourselves togetha

homie

i ain't tryin' to preach to ya

i'm just sayin'

the government the bigger gang

and they ain't playin'

hangin' my niggaz for hangin' where they bang at

this is where we live

where we suppose to hang at

don't love the rent

i can't afford to rent this month

i gotta hit this blunt

i gotta get this done

i know it feel like it ain't no options

a little education for a broader horizon

it's hopeless

i'm focused on reachin' the children

if what you doin' ain't workin

try somethin' different

listen

there's lynches and killings in corners

with nothin' left to show but a prison diploma

the crooked ass cops tryin' to meet they quota

so every time they see me

they gon' pull me ova

the life of a soulja

the world is colda

and when it get's worse

man it still ain't ova

i told ya. you can't sell dope foreva

you can't sell coke foreva

you can't sell smoke foreva

baby

you can't sell ex foreva

you can't sell sex foreva

we gotta get ourselves togetha

homie

you can't sell dope foreva

you can't sell coke foreva

you can't sell smoke foreva

baby

you can't sell ex foreva

you can't sell sex foreva

we gotta get ourselves togetha

every new nigga think he not gon' get caught

the same thing the next man thought

sittin' in court

it's nothin new under the sun

it's been done

there's a million niggaz locked up

you just another one

that got caught up in it

like the government intended

a pawn for the system at the bottom of the pyramid

the game is a set up

that's why they call it a trap

it's infested with informers

snitches and rats

so watch ya back if you in it

get in and get out

invest in ya future

gotta try to find another route

coz the war on drugs

is just a war on us

and the wrong time to see it is when you in them cuffs

on that bus

frustrated

headed to the big house

lookin' at so much time

you might never get out

if you headed down this route

whoa before you crash boy

you don't wanna see them red sirens on the dashboard

you can't sell dope foreva

you can't sell coke foreva

you can't sell smoke foreva

baby

you can't sell ex foreva

you can't sell sex foreva

we gotta get ourselves togetha

homie

you can't sell dope foreva

you can't sell coke foreva

you can't sell smoke foreva

baby

you can't sell ex foreva

you can't sell sex foreva

we gotta get ourselves togetha

c'mon