What It's Worth

Try to find what you can get But all they dish you up is shit (Stop talking shit) Look around, we're folding Earth Try to find out what it's worth What it's worth, worth What it's, what it's worth Honestly, gotta ask myself Time and time what I'm working for Is it worth it, though? Look at fam realize what I'm working towards Keep they pockets filled with stacks Gotta keep food up in they fridge Keep my moms up out of that trap Keep my bro up out of that pen Never had a land in hand, always had to play my part Play it smart Artist about his craft But sometimes survival is bigger than art Yo, this life is bigger than me, feel weighed down by a hundred boulders Got family on my hands, crown on my head, city on top of my shoulders Fuck what these niggas say, fuck what these niggas think It ain't worth the time When you got fans with they hands in the air Making sure you don't gotta work a regular job on a regular You got niggas tryna live they dream But you got niggas that live the reality, not tryna live above they means This what, this kinda life I dream Two shots to the head, two shots till we dead Just what this kind of life might bring That's what this kinda night might mean You clock in or be glocked in, OGs here, no stopping As long as breath's in my lungs waving white flags ain't never the option I see I'm talking and debating about my rating If I only had one fan rating me high I could never feel underrated So I hear too many questions about Why you not working, when the latest out Never was one to go to another one just to feel validated 'bout Shit I'm doing, all around the world Tryina give 'em what they asking for Yeah, I'm good from the borough all the way to Euro Hood pass with a passport Hit a toenail, go back to the Mo But it sound like we're raised around criminals just to hear shots outside of the door Give a fuck less about shots and subliminals So so so so Let it breathe, let it doze Me and my niggas had dreams, cashing checks with seven Os PA, Westside, hop in the truck like let's ride Mom's looking at the time, hoping that her oldest son make it back inside And I did that, live by a code, live for tomorrow Walk down streets where empty hollows stray, sidewalks where broken bottles lay I did that, went from boom-bap in the day, go rap round the neck Double track and the deck, lay it back on cassette Yeah, yeah, they lived that