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Intro
Any place with you...
We struggled, we look to Allah to guide us But we constantly letting bullshit divide us and we suddenly let the chills get the best of us You pull up and we throwing ten at the driver We're kids from the ghetto we ain't know no better when our money was funny we didn't know no Prada No dough, no jewels so the ho's didn't bother
I was going to school, wearing clothes from my father Had the poster with the stig is that a stigmata? If you don't hustle where I live then you don't get nada Was a disgrace to my mom, caught my first case Grinding in the crack house on my 26 hour No fresh pair of clothes, took no shower I was posted like the baker, trying to flip the flour
Couple older muslims tried to give us dou'a then the people raided us, the shit went sour When you grinding in the game there's plenty ups and downs Gotta dump some rounds chasing that money and power Now I'mma child of the ghetto, hood legend, Made these niggas proud of the ghetto hood Reverend preach to niggas what this shit's about I am living proof that you can make it out of the ghetto
People often ask me Free, so how are you successful? I'm constantly making moves and I don't ever settle I abuse the mic but don't abuse the fame and I chose to use my brain while others used the metal Fuck the people trying to pin a co-defendent on me Can't catch another case, my kid's depending on me
Know the difference, some friends are real some friends are phony Fall in love but don't ever marry a tenderoni Cause when niggas can'y get at you they get at her these are the consequences of making money I couldn't find the safe I let this girl show me I put truth in my music let the world know me Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Now I feel like the world owe me a whole lotta dough If you don't like it blow me Man I step up in the stew and I control the booth In my raps I'm spinning facts, all I know is the truth
I been here and I been back I been rich and I been crack Got the social poppin' then I was damn near forgotten Lost a rock but miraculously managed to blossom They thought that I would lose my faculties without the faculty Evil men sent their defence in to tackle me they evil eye'in me they evil eye'in us, even a evil grin
Don't ain't know i bring the desert eagle in they do it for they down homies, let them be with them Try to bring my youngins up before they see the pen I take 'em on the road and let them be with men
Yes, with the ex kilo gang I do it for mhy niggas trying to sneak a kilo in they safe Since we did it our way there shouldn't be a win In this country getting money shouldn't be a sin You should be chasing that paper You shouldn't be a hater I pray you stay in God's good graces 'til we meet again
It's the ROC You bastards, you bastards, you bastards We think free We live free We die hard nigga New ROC child ROCnation
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