[Verse 1]
Call this bitch yor nigga when time is rough
I lost a lot when you fell, life is hard to bluff
You think its hell where you at
Shit its hell on the streets
You maintaining in the Bing, I`m surviving to eat
Don`t think am wilding, flexing whips and stuff
Thinking I`m lost laying down
Sex for trips and stuff
I`ll admit it I`m use to the finer things,
We had major names even on the minor things
Everywhere we went, mad bitches sizing me up
You know they tight now, shit I get to drive the trucks
But I wish you were spreading it riding it rough
I think I miss that more then you buying me stuff
Since you got knocked your man tried to hollar at me
And those nigga`s you stuck, they throwing dollars at me
But you know this gaming, and Im just keeping it real
Holding you down until you back on the field
[Chorus 2x]
Feels like I do
I feel when feeling down
In the ground feeling down
It can be most anyday
[Verse 2]
Don`t worry `bout these streets I`m conrolling these grounds
I might slip and miss a V-I but I`m holding it down
Got the kids to take care its hard out here
And its tearing my heart to play my part out here
I seen that snitch and you know I got plots 4 years
And your bid make me feel like I got the chair
But ain`t nobody tapping this I rather tap my own
Watching tapes we made while I`m resting alone
Wishing you home, pictures of you flipping the chrome
What kind of chic will leave her man when he out the zone
Me without you is like a stickman without a silencer
Got me X-ing off days on the calendar
I miss loading the glock so you could control the block
I miss watching you work the dogs to tighten the lock
Think of the time boo pushing it like a 6 double o
You get your weight up I`m a drain you once they let go
Chorus
[Verse 3]
I can see us back on the bricks, me on your shoulder
Letting bitches know they wishes to have you are over
So you ring your broads while you locked away
I know its hard for a nigga on top not to play
See Amil`s the one you kept draped in ice
I`m the one waiting silk down caked in spice
Waiting for your calls or my box to vibrate
Hoping you want me to come scoop you not being more weight
I fell from Gucci sandals back to no name brands
From a six and a mansion to beating the sands
Staying true make ends meet to have enough for the love I take
All-savage and stuff
Have a brick where most F.E.D.S. dare to touch
Fear none to see the cash, and us popping the clutch
Chopping a Dutch-flip cop twice as much living low key
A minute then heist and stuff
If I have to wait while you gone I`m a take what comes
If you don`t see cash, know its hard in the slums
Cause I ran through the stash and it ain`t no funds
