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