For Mine

[Intro: Cruch Calhoun] Rich Rich niggas, poor niggas Rich niggas, broke niggas Upper class, poor niggas Uh [Chorus: Cruch Calhoun] Rich niggas, poor niggas Big clout, broke niggas Dope dealers, coke sniffers Still living with no hope niggas Real niggas, ho niggas Might have broke the law but still, followed by the cold niggas Ones that never told, this for them, silence is made of gold niggas Stood on ten toes niggas They came home ain't get in no trouble, got off parole niggas "My baby need me, so I gotta make it back home" niggas And the wrong decisions'll have you wrapped up with the wrong niggas [Verse 1: Cruch Calhoun] The right decisions, how you right where you belong, nigga? Be a wack nigga Just be yourself, don't try to be like all these rap niggas Half the time that shit ain't even that niggas This for my— Get taken out your comfort zone, but still adapt niggas Turn anything in the world into a trap niggas This for the— Ones that make it happen, feel like the world on my back niggas The ones that keep it street, they don't at niggas This for the— Ones that played the streets, but got some time niggas Then realize this shit different, went and got a job niggas This for my live niggas, still outside niggas To all my Crip niggas, Blood niggas, gangster niggas (Derrickonthebeat), thug niggas [Chorus: Cruch Calhoun & Dave East] Rich niggas, poor niggas (Uh) Big clout, broke niggas (Uh) Dope dealers, coke sniffers (Yeah) Still living with no hope niggas (Yeah) Real niggas, ho niggas (Thirty) Might have broke the law but still (For thirty), followed by the cold niggas (Thirty) Ones that never told, this for them, silence is made of gold niggas Stood on ten toes niggas (Ten) They came home ain't get in no trouble, got off parole niggas "My baby need me, so I gotta make it back home" niggas (Back home) And the wrong decisions'll have you wrapped up with the wrong niggas [Verse 2: Dave East] This for my trap brothers, Yankee hat wearers From the crack era (Crack era) Pain get hard to hide, can see it on they face like mascara (I can see) Black wearers, Delancey Street shopping, tryna grab leather Bubba Goose when it got freezing out, that shit had mad feathers This for dice niggas, head crackers, even ask 'bout us (Ask 'bout us) This for niggas broke that like to talk 'bout when they had cheddar This for niggas hatin', in they DNA, they dad jealous (Dad was jealous) This for niggas that wasn′t allowed to do shit, now the bag let 'em (The money talk) This for twenty-five to lifers, this for all the sacrifices (Sacrifice) This for bitches really mean, but for dollars, they act the nicest (They mean) This for all the homies lost their life 'cause liquor had 'em hyper (Too hyper) This for homies that grew up rumblin', just know you had to fight us (Run that paper) This for niggas spend they last to cop a new Dior fit This for unc' that's drunk, he love beer, he just want a Coors sip (That all?) This for gangsters hangin' 'round rappers, tryna extort shit (Not me) This for sentences the judge givin' that make the court flip, stay cautious [Chorus: Cruch Calhoun] Rich niggas, poor niggas Big clout, broke niggas Dope dealers, coke sniffers Still living with no hope niggas Real niggas, ho niggas Might have broke the law but still, followed by the cold niggas Ones that never told, this for them, silence is made of gold niggas Stood on ten toes niggas They came home ain't get in no trouble, got off parole niggas "My baby need me, so I gotta make it back home" niggas And the wrong decisions'll have you wrapped up with the wrong niggas