CONNECTED

[Intro: OT the Real]
Uh-huh
(Heatmakerz, crack music)

[Verse 1: OT the Real]
I fought the odds, yeah, I got the scars (I got the scars)
When people wouldn't stand together, it all falls apart (Falls apart)
My man got life, at night, he talks to God (Real)
I sent his books a bean a week and he spends eighty on the calling cards
Tryna stay focused, though (Stay focused, though)
We did the light, it came do-si-do
Halves was on at five like the Oprah show
For seasons (For season), at the Four Seasons, the trees in (Roll up)
The last laugh, the backstabs, the treason (Damn)
And the money don't make it go away (Go away)
I guess there ain't no rules up in the games we ain't supposed to play (Nah)
He yelled, "Fuck was I supposed to say?" (Fuck was I supposed to say?)
When we was in court, we lookin' back like, "You gon' get yours another day" (Another day)
When you livin' good and least expect it (Least expect it)
After you burn some other cats and need protection and we ain't connected (We ain't connected no more)
Through bad money, it's like he infected (It's like he infected)
So wear your mask and social distance, take this .38, it keeps the shells in (Here)

[Chorus: OT the Real & Jim Jones]
From sittin' in that cell tryna count my blessings
Back to ridin' dirty, I ain't puttin' down this weapon
It's all about connections and it's all connected
It's all about connections and it's all connected
Money gettin' tight, yeah, I know you stressin'
I can't show you love, 'cause you gon' think that you finessin'
It's all about connections and it's all connected (Facts)
It's all about connections and it's all connected (Capo)

[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
How you navigate life, that depends on your connections
The man in the mirror, that all depends on your reflection
If you fuck with us, you need more than protection
'Cause we like the army, we treat this war like a profession
All this knowledge to kick, I'm way more than a professor
If I had a charge for the class, you couldn't afford the lecture
Used to keep the 44 in the drawer in the dresser
I sold crack back then 'cause I couldn't work for the oppressor
First ten grams'd have me feelin' like a kingpin
They was tryna make 'em tinted back then, that was a thing then
I couldn't work for the next man or convert to a yes man
Seen uncle workin', cook crack, how I learned how to chef grams, fucker
And after that, I blew the block up
Stopped at the light, I beeped twice, and I threw the top up
Any beef shit, the whole street that my crew'll mop up
These niggas'll be scared if any block, my crew pop up, fucker

[Chorus: OT the Real]
From sittin' in that cell tryna count my blessings
Back to ridin' dirty, I ain't puttin' down this weapon
It's all about connections and it's all connected
It's all about connections and it's all connected
Money gettin' tight, yeah, I know you stressin'
I can't show you love, 'cause you gon' think that you finessin'
It's all about connections and it's all connected
It's all about connections and it's all connected