You can't front on me
Felt the South side venom in raw hides and denim
On the block it's hot, you can feel it in your skin
He trying to stay straight, the streets is bending him
So I had to did, what I had to did
'Cause I had to get
Until the blue and white
And my baby mama late
I'm up all night, getting my money right
Some waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is over
Heartless females that wanna ride in 'em
Pimp minds collide with 'em, a system that tries victims
Po' livin' in more prisons, pointing to my mind
It's common sense
Shine the light up, clench my fists tight, holding the right up
And my baby mama late
Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter
But I can't run away or put my gun away
I walked in the crib, got two kids
You love to hear the story again and again
On the block white is selling like Eminem
Eyes bright, it seem like the fight is dimming them
Now the money coming slow but at least at nigga know
Call my man cuzo like I'm kin to him
Two of Chicago's finest emcees
My man trying to get his weight and height up, c'mon
About these young brothers from the City of Wind
'Cause I had to get
'Cause I had to get
For cats is colder than four below, with self, I go toe to toe
I, no, I can't let it ride
Until the blue and white
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Y'all know the Sprewells and trucks that's detailed
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See, I can't run away or put my gun away
It's all good in the hood like raps and gems
It's Common Sense, yeah well
No, no, not tonight
You can't front on me
On the Dave Chappelle Show
On the block it jump off like Kim and them
I'm up all night, getting my money right
I walked in the crib, got two kids
I'm up all night, getting my money right
Slow motion better than
Give it up for Common and Kanye West
Now the money coming slow but at least a nigga know
Whether on ball courts, attires of all sorts
Though I know to doe, I gotta bring back to the ghetto
Wondering if it's for the art or for the doe
Everybody gotta eat right? It's the food, baby
Until the blue and white
Arrows on Terot cards pointing to the grind
Situations and jobs get tighter
Slow motion better than
Though I know to grow a nigga, I gotta learn to let go
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Now the money coming slow but at least a nigga know
I walked in the crib, got two kids
So I had to did, what I had to did
And my baby mama late
So I had to did, what I had to did
Like juice and gin in the city, we blend
We living in, my man in the fast lane pivoting
Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims
And then shorties get the game but no instructions to assembling
Slow motion better than
I, I know I could make it right
If I could just swallow my pride
We never fall short, with us it's our Force like And 1's
Throwbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims
Yeah! Common sense