Cold November

Look, what's stoppin me
Besides I come from poverty
And never seen a man love my mother properly
I grew up quick
I guess these streets did a lot to me
I was servin the babysitters
Who was watchin me
I'll be thinkin 'bout that shit
When my cigar smokin
Every time I catch a run
I feel the walls close in
That's why you supposed to save
Up what you made
You never know you might wake up to raid
I done seen it all
I done bought niggas jewels
And gave niggas dope
I took niggas on trips and gave niggas hope
I put verses on they songs
And gave niggas quotes
When it's time to return them favors
Same niggas boast
I guess it ain't no love without hatred
And you can't have trust without patience
What you know about the snitch bein
The plug on y'all cases
18, and the judge you got racist?
My life real
Ask my day ones I been connected with work
3 smokers in a house
They all gettin checks on the first
I stretched it, I compressed it
Then I measured the work i chef'd it
Gave 'em credit then collected the worth
My momma proud so she smile
I'm a reflection of her
Stack money, stay low
Been my objective since birth
You can't take a nigga blueprint
And expect it to work
When that man drew up that
Plan and perfected it first
I was runnin in the streets
Hustlin for weeks
They tellin us to vote like
The government for me
There's a war goin on against
Us and the police if we lose we get the max
Or covered with a sheet
I can tell if you real
By the company you keep
How your handshake feel and by
How comfortable you speak
I'll be humble when I'm broke
I'll be humble when I flee
Niggas talkin good cause they don't
Plan on runnin into me
Remember me? I wore hand-me
Downs in middle school
I had holes in my clothes and my tennis shoes
Other kids laughed at me, I was ridiculed
My momma wonder why I was in a bitter mood
Chip on my little shoulder
I had shit to prove it's critical
Niggas in your circle keep it real as you
Fast forward that to now
I'm a different cool
I guess we had different views cause
We was makin different moves
This for my niggas still
Prayin over prison food
That's hypocritical, we smart crooks
Religious fools
We men in bloom, so get in tune
Can't fit my shoes -I'm a God
Probably could use my brain to bend a spoon
Remember me, I'm the silencer on the TEC
I'm your confidence when jewels polished
Up on ya neck
I'm Kiss spittin his verse from "Money
Power & Respect"
I'm Allen Iverson arguin with the ref