4 Tha 1's

[Hook:]

I did it for the ones that never had

The players that never will

Ride old schools ingrained in

Wheels of Steel

I know about the slums and hard times

Boats and sewers lines

Cops that kick doors in

Black eye shines

This more than rhymes

I do it for the ones

[Verse 1: Big KRIT]

I ain't the one for politicin'

Just liquor bottle sippin'

One the corners with my partners talkin' life after death

And the meaning of empty boxes that sit on my shelf

Too real to beg for meals, too proud to ask for help

I know we pray, we sell weed, married for life

To this game we in my friend passed the rice

Lets get it, more than we got it

Fillin' my pockets

With petty dreams, of being king of parking lot and

My homie lobby until they shot him

Polo down blood spotted, so why bother

Being fresh, when you ain't fly enough for death

I don't do this for my health

But for those that ain't here

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[Verse 2: Bobby Creekwater]

I do it for those with less fortune

They ain't got a lot but yet they still bless they portion

My mic got distortion but I talk this shit regardless

Thankful for my oddness in the neighborhood that birthed me

But then I talk that shit that make the government research me

Yea, I do my best, Pimp is gone, Bun here, after death I do the rest

How do me, and hopefully, they may say easy to do you

Know you feel like its in vain sometimes, nigga, we do too

We boohoo

Then we laugh, then we get up off our ass

Quietly acquire fortune so we yellin' free at last

We are so much more than any condo we ever closed

Can we keep if we get it, shit we never know

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