2 Summers

[Verse]

Look, yo, crew full of sack flippers

We want the cash, nigga

But we'll never sell our souls 'cause we can't take this cash with us

Rob me, you getting killed and I'll bury the mask with ya

Ain't rolling with no  niggas, just Broadway and [?] niggas

The hood got a potch full of niggas that pass switchers

A day with a  radio on the steps that blast Jigga

I don't fuck with snakes, yes-men and ass-kissers

I gotta cut em off, they ain't think that I had scissors

I got baptized, I was raised in the church

But I watched my mama struggle with no help

That made me stray from the church

As it goes in the dream, had to pray for it first

Now I'm the proof for how your whole life can change in a verse

I learnt how to finesse niggas from the way that I flirt

I wear my heart on my sleeve now I'm changing my shirt

Niggas slang on the curb, hookers raising they skirts

Bullets hit you leaving bloodstains on the turf

It breaks my heart to see my pops change in that prison

Had to fight back tears when the judge em a sentence

'Cause when hard times come, we stumbled but didn't fall

'Cause I learnt to stand up when my back was against the wall