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