'Cause niggas is still in the streets (Uh-huh) Niggas is still doin' what they do So niggas tend to get back to that Huh, yo It ain't no secret that I really found plugs and showed the town love I put it down before I had an underground buzz I ain't do all this hard work to be around thugs I'm in the Barclay Crown Club gettin' my child grub Labou, got it out mud, they got my house bugged They ran in four Philly cribs and never found drugs Huh, this four-pound snub'll leave your ground dug It's groundhogs in my backyard and brown cubs Put it all on my vision board, then I hit record When you stay down with your dogs, this is the reward We was poor, no furniture, sittin' on the floor Fast forward, me and my son, sittin' on the floors I ain't budge when they tried to throw a bag at me Y'all could go ahead, laugh at me I refuse to let these record labels lab-rat me I got a brick for every bump on your face And y'all niggas got bad acne Re-in' up was a weekly move In '06, we had bricks in the P.T. Cruise' Wearin' jewels with no gun? Got to teach these fools But y'all done shed enough blood to fill a three-feet pool If you was really in these streets, then we'd be cool My life made completely for the TV too I know crackheads that look like the E.T. Dude And I could turn a half a square to a 3D cube, trust (yeah, uh) I'm steady winnin', you don't see me bored, you see the score We turn beef to Rest in Peace murals, graffiti wars The spot I'm in, I couldn't dream of more But this game is hard to love It feel like siblings that you ain't meet before And I'm still movin' merch, so imagine that stoppin Nigga, I really sold white, fifty palettes of cotton I'm teachin' class, I'm glad y'all been watchin' Got your stash in my pocket Off servin' white like I'm Baskins and Robbin This for my niggas duckin' drug bids, that was us at 'cause crib With bricks in the room, stacked up like bunk beds I got a soft heart, I love kids I've been the best connect, I helped make niggas rich as they plugs did I'm from the crack era where pitchin' wasn't easy Ain't no table in the house, sit that digi on the TV Lil' snot nose, I come for a fifty if you need me Block slow, feelin' like Adidas, sittin' on them Yeezy's I'm not into that, I know about y'all trickin' on them Breezy's Wrist chillin', lookin' like I'm pourin' crystals from a Fiji By street laws we gon' rock, so ain't no pictures when you see me And weak floors at the top just mean your ceilin' more squeaky, Butch'