Album: True & Livin’
The champions are here'€¦
Yea Mhm'€¦
This is for my people
To cops who roam the blocks,
And love to fire shots
You innocent for sure before they planted rocks
To babies having babies,
Teens'€™ is going crazy
Tryin to raise a seed indeed is never easy
To brothers actin thug
Cuz thugs the only choice
When you young black and gifted,
But don'€™t have a voice
When you young black and gifted,
Eyes'€™ is getting dry
We cry now will our tears,
Got trees to keep us high
To Crips, Bloods, disciples,
Folks and all brothas
We ashamed of ancestors,
We all the same color
We fight and kill mothas,
Sons, friends, and homies
Killin'€™ our own fam,
Cursed to live lonely
Chorus: [x2]
Yea'€¦
To my people where you at,
All across the map
You got to get this love,
When I spit with love,
Come and get this love,
When I spit with love
To my brothas on the grind,
Tryin to find some shine
Realize your devine to waste a lifetime
To my sistas tryin to find a man,
No one understands,
You'€™re the souls bringing life to the fam
To the shawtys on the avenues,
Who want to battle crews
Use should cruise, cuz you blessed with jewels
Life is a school for the hard knocks,
When the bars locked
Experience speaks,
Out of the depths of my heart
To the spirits is over top,
You watching us smilin'€™
Knowing they don'€™t stop,
We gonna keep wylin'€™
To the governing bodies, presidents, and officials
Karma'€™s a bitch,
So why you launch all of the missiles
Multiples issues,
When the bombs gettin louder
They only be happy,
With a nuclear shower
To the most high powered,
You watch us all
And you always pick us up when we start to fall
Chorus [x2]
Ya don'€™t stop'€¦One Love, one love, one
Ya don't stop'€¦You see these streets have me stressed out, it's terrible
Ya don'€™t stop'€¦Open up they minds, and we about yours
Ya don'€™t stop'€¦It can't get any worse, it can only get better
To the hustlas and ballers,
Single parent homes
God bless the child who got his loan
To Muslims, and Jews, and the Christians too
Try to fight against the act single men will do
To the black, to the white, red, yellow, and brown
Color really doesn'€™t matter,
We can all get down
From the rich to the poor, to the in between
I send a shot to my folks tryin to get they life clean
Chorus [x2]