Tattoo Tears

[Intro]
Yeah
Uh Nefew, nah for real (I have a dream)
Nigga watch you struggle out here, know what I'm talking about
Stand to test you, your back stressing like salad dressing boy
Soon as you make it out, they goin’ sold your ass out
Nah for real
This shit like, nigga be God damn
Embracing you when you broke, but when you get up they hate you
It ain't real no more...

[Verse]
I'ma make it out the gutter, one way or another
901, back-to-back
I ain’t never looking back
They ain't believe in a nigga
Look how they treated a nigga, nah for real
All this shit that I've seen
Make a strong nigga cry
Boy I gotta keep that fire
I seen a stronger nigga die
Seem like I gotta get a record deal, just to get me a bitch
Say you die you go to hell, I don't believe in that shit
Want to see who got your back, for all out there who hittin' a nigga back
Sittin' cold with that strap, I was trappin' in the back
Swear to God I ain't no rapper, I really came from the block
Tattoo tears worth a million words, I be feeling like Pac
Real nigga can’t flock, dropped out turned to the rock
Young nigga with an old soul, I can make your grandma beatbox
I’ma make it out the block, one day or another
No more rocks in my sock, no more going through the struggle
No more sleeping on the floor, I had to make me a pallet
Only using one cover, I could've went down the road
God bless a nigga soul, God bless a nigga soul, God bless a nigga soul, nah for real

Seen a tear rolling down my Momma’s cheek that morning when we got evicted
Shawty was trying to escape the pain, then shawty got addicted
I went to school with lil' shawty, I seen her beggin by Simpson
That shit crazy as fuck, you can lose your life without a book
Remember when we went on the moves?
We would fire up if you buck
They say call me for beats
That said shawty got bust
I came out the jungle, I came out the jungle, lions and bears, I came from the gutter
How you survive? Nefew gotta keep it 100
I came out the jungle, came fresh out of the gutter
I came out the gutter with snake & them ropes
Drop the dope in the pot, let the water just soak it
Came out my hand, I ain't just going to hold it, came out the jungle now I gotta roll it
Came out the gutter without a hyena
Fuck the club, I'ma sell out arenas
I used to watch Martin, I need me a Gina, nah for real
Block life, used to sell dope at the store
Hit them with the flex before I run that
Fifty-two seventy-five where I hung at, post at the block where the gun at
No shirt on with the B-roll, this for all them days that we used be broke
All day everyday nigga, G-code
Uncle George, you’ve been rolling with premo
I've been trying to find the bud like Nemo
I'm a soldier you don't want to see smoke
Nigga every Birthday you'd a be broke, nah for real nigga