i don't complain
i make it work
i know about pain
i make it work
i don't complain
i make it work
i know about pain
i'm from the dirt
i was stuck on the block
i woke up off a perc
sick of duckin' the cops
the money only made it worse
money only made it worse
i just bought my bitch a purse
niggas gotta trap all year just to pay me for a verse
i know how to make it work
they put my cousin on a shirt
i just wanna see all my niggas touch a million before i leave this earth
now they asking me my worth
them niggas grass
i'm turf
foreign drop on crenshaw and the tops off like a shirt
i'd done played the backseat
only one thought
niggas get murked
i wake up and go to work
put my closest homie in a hearse
taking pictures with my thumbs up
my baby momma hate my lifestyle
my lawyer told me put the guns up but he don't understand my life wild
blowin' racks up in niketown
pray the plug bring the price down
i was on the phone with neff
told him i'm in north
met him up in nice town
blue faces
need 'em right now
fear of god and amiri mix
on point
like a pyramid
might catch a body while you hearing this
look in my eyes and i'm serious
you niggas is trash
period
gettin' head in a benz while i'm steering it
just make sure you don't leave no witnesses
period
i don't complain
i make it work
i know about pain
i'm from the dirt
i was stuck on the block
i woke up off a perc
sick of duckin' the cops
the money only made it worse
money only made it worse
i just bought my bitch a purse
niggas gotta trap all year just to pay me for a verse
i know how to make it work
they put my cousin on a shirt
i just wanna see all my niggas touch a million before i leave this earth
before i even leave the city
i got niggas telling me that i'm a legend
before i went and got a car
before i got a crib
i went and got a weapon
free my niggas in the state yard
when i talk i know that they get the messege
treat the block like it's tetris
all this guap got her naked
alotta niggas talking drug rap
honestly i never jack that
couldn't ask em where a pack at
lord knows what's in my backpack
i was in the projects
all the scammers
all the felons and the rats at
i don't even get a cat nap
nightmares
me eating jack mack
long nights in a cell
talk to dre-mac
'til my nigga get back
rafaello got my wrist wrapped
in a kitchen watching pooch whip that
buncha baggies in a zip-lock
only one thought
gotta get back
baby brother got a good shot
price on ya head he gon' hit that
homie sit back
i don't complain
i make it work
i know about pain
i'm from the dirt
i was stuck on the block
i woke up off a perc
sick of duckin' the cops
the money only made it worse
i just bought my bitch a purse
niggas gotta trap all year just to pay me for a verse
i know how to make it work
they put my cousin on a shirt
i just wanna see all my niggas touch a million before i leave this earth