I do this for tha block, I do this for the hood I do this for tha streets 'cause the streets keep me good I do it for tha hustlas, I do it for tha thugs I do it for the Gs 'cause tha Gs show me love I came in tha game seventeen, real loud Only thang on my mind, make my momma proud Started rockin' crowds, gettin' **** from shows And as tha fame rolls then came the hoes Then came tha clothes, then came the cars Next thang I know, I'm a ghetto supastar So here come tha haters, travelin' by tha packs But neva mind them 'cause a, *****, I'm backI pour up a cup, fill the swissa with cud And fire it up so I can gatha my thoughts Mo' money, mo' problems They say that's how it is when ya live like a boss You see, I been on my grind for some time And tha streets thought a ***** fell off(Hell no, *****) But if I decide not to rhyme, no more rhymes I'm a still be well off 'cause, *****, I'm backA born boss, got nothin' to lose Still *****nin' in the game, got nothin' to prove Got rich independent, didn't need no deal Had paper before I signed, didn't need no meals Got hustles on tha side, I ain't got to rap And if all else fails, I still got tha trap I don't, with you rappers, y'all fake to me I don't, with you *****s, y'all snakes to me I don't care 'bout fame ***** bein' a star Let dem take all the pictures, just gimme his car Then gimme his house and his watch and chain On tha bank account, credit cards jot my name But I guess one come with tha other So here I go, I'm a writin' rap hustla I'm too blessed to complain about that So where I gotta sign? Take ya pictures' Cause, *****, I'm backI pour up a cup, fill the swissa with cud And fire it up so I can gatha my thoughts Mo' money, mo' problems They say that's how it is when ya live like a boss You see, I been on my grind for some time And tha streets thought a ***** fell off(Hell no, *****) But if I decide not to rhyme, no more rhymes I'm a still be well off 'cause, *****, I'm backThey say tha truth will hit, so ***** it I'm a go an' keep a hundred for tha public I dropped already platinum but it only sold gold And *****s lookin' at me like I sold my soul' Cause I'm rappin' with D and not mista LeeBut when ya on ya grind, sometimes ya can't see Before Mike came and Paul was signed I was at interscope tryin' to find ma mind Still tippin' wasn't toppin', three kings just dropped And I'm a underground artist tryin' to get on top So I listened to my label, playin' to break [Incomprehensible] And learned a whole lotta game from that Just stay true, my ***** and do you? And, what another, tryin' to tell you to do Continue to spit facts, you can bump in them lacs And oh, yeah, this a Lee track*****, I'm backI pour up a cup, fill the swissa with cud And fire it up so I can gatha my thoughts Mo' money, mo' problems They say that's how it is when ya live like a boss You see, I been on my grind for some time And tha streets thought a ***** fell off(Hell no, *****) But if I decide not to rhyme, no more rhymes I'm a still be well off 'cause, *****, I'm back
I do this for tha block, I do this for the hood I do this for tha streets 'cause the streets keep me good I do it for tha hustlas, I do it for tha thugs I do it for the Gs 'cause tha Gs show me love I came in tha game seventeen, real loud Only thang on my mind, make my momma proud Started rockin' crowds, gettin' **** from shows And as tha fame rolls then came the hoes Then came tha clothes, then came the cars Next thang I know, I'm a ghetto supastar So here come tha haters, travelin' by tha packs But neva mind them 'cause a, *****, I'm backI pour up a cup, fill the swissa with cud And fire it up so I can gatha my thoughts Mo' money, mo' problems They say that's how it is when ya live like a boss You see, I been on my grind for some time And tha streets thought a ***** fell off(Hell no, *****) But if I decide not to rhyme, no more rhymes I'm a still be well off 'cause, *****, I'm backA born boss, got nothin' to lose Still *****nin' in the game, got nothin' to prove Got rich independent, didn't need no deal Had paper before I signed, didn't need no meals Got hustles on tha side, I ain't got to rap And if all else fails, I still got tha trap I don't, with you rappers, y'all fake to me I don't, with you *****s, y'all snakes to me I don't care 'bout fame ***** bein' a star Let dem take all the pictures, just gimme his car Then gimme his house and his watch and chain On tha bank account, credit cards jot my name But I guess one come with tha other So here I go, I'm a writin' rap hustla I'm too blessed to complain about that So where I gotta sign? Take ya pictures' Cause, *****, I'm backI pour up a cup, fill the swissa with cud And fire it up so I can gatha my thoughts Mo' money, mo' problems They say that's how it is when ya live like a boss You see, I been on my grind for some time And tha streets thought a ***** fell off(Hell no, *****) But if I decide not to rhyme, no more rhymes I'm a still be well off 'cause, *****, I'm backThey say tha truth will hit, so ***** it I'm a go an' keep a hundred for tha public I dropped already platinum but it only sold gold And *****s lookin' at me like I sold my soul' Cause I'm rappin' with D and not mista LeeBut when ya on ya grind, sometimes ya can't see Before Mike came and Paul was signed I was at interscope tryin' to find ma mind Still tippin' wasn't toppin', three kings just dropped And I'm a underground artist tryin' to get on top So I listened to my label, playin' to break [Incomprehensible] And learned a whole lotta game from that Just stay true, my ***** and do you? And, what another, tryin' to tell you to do Continue to spit facts, you can bump in them lacs And oh, yeah, this a Lee track*****, I'm backI pour up a cup, fill the swissa with cud And fire it up so I can gatha my thoughts Mo' money, mo' problems They say that's how it is when ya live like a boss You see, I been on my grind for some time And tha streets thought a ***** fell off(Hell no, *****) But if I decide not to rhyme, no more rhymes I'm a still be well off 'cause, *****, I'm back
