We Got You

To all my people in the struggle (living in Babylon)
You know we got you (shit is hard)
We hold it down with you (sucking the life out of your soul)
Shit (fuck that)

It's the Kizzle man
We holding it down with all of our brothers in the struggle right now
My nigga Jimmy, Full Data, Tommy Crook
We hold your back

This goes out to my motherfucking Kodak son
I feel your pain, lover
I walk through the flames with you
I swear my father's way

A yo cap, I get your boots on
Stomp this street to get this newborn
Our troops raising their fists with two cones
We ain't about to sleep, got to move on
Got to move

Let me holler at my dog, listen
When that damn thing changed, I wanted to take you through this trap
Because you're passed in jail now
I know you're the death, but yeah, I feel your pain now

But you had your doors to the second, you should've just stayed there
I ain't talking about money, power, respect, nigga, nah
I'm talking life, freedom, loving, and help for my bra
Oh nigga, you still believe that
Before you hit me with the feedback
Dig so we can cheer about the green grass

We try to walk, but the path is crooked
We try to march, but my folks is shook (this ain't a hook)
We try to build by an office
We try to move so the man can't stop us, motherfuckers
You don't understand why my man's feeling these pains
So we stand up and try to maintain
We try to build by an office
We try to move so the man can't stop us, motherfuckers

Marshillo, Fred Rubber, Go-Off
My nigga Jesse Jones, Nichol
Ay yo, Skade
I'm in here trying to holler at you
'Cause I like you to death, bruh
And I can't see you go under
It's time to get up and get going

Quit it, Kaluu
Let me tell these suckers they buckin'
We too gone
And the up troopers we tryna get a move on
We too strong
I'm bout to prove a nigga you knew this wasn't a coup to fuck
When y'all at my door, make my own end
You slip a homie don't listen to them

They just tryna get more chips than he know this (it's they business)
Backstabbing niggas, snitches and scandalous bitches
And it's repeating and it never ceases (it's evil)
It's these evil niggas up on the street, yo
Getting it on, I'm just a phone call away to hold you down, dog
Nigga, you's a true Latino
There ain't no fake jack and boner

We try to walk but the path is crooked
We try to march, but my folks is shook (this ain't a hook)
We tryna build by numbers
We try to move so them men can't stop us, motherfuckers
You don't understand why my man's feeling pain
So we stand up and try to maintain
We tryna build by numbers
We try to move so them men can't stop us, motherfuckers

I see a fake act, nigga, you gangsta
I just laugh hard, you glorifying the pain
Understand, huh?
Since way back, I was raised with the craziest pack
And now they all in jail, all they ways
Fucked up, understand, huh?

This ain't a game
You'll see your family again (one day)
Keep your head up, don't let them see shit
Nigga, you hard, nigga, stainless steel
Living with tons of niggas who owe

Sinners with raw business who roll cheap
But don't understand, huh?
Feeling the comfort in it that caused the women
Before the bars and prisons
You don't understand, huh?

And now the courts are spinning and all you peening niggas
Were calling it gimmicks, you don't understand, huh?
Nigga, you're on it quickly, the road is sticky
I know my people holding with me, come on, understand, huh?

We try to walk but the path is crooked
We try to march, but my folks is shook (this ain't a hook)
We tryna build by numbers
We try to move so them men can't stop us, motherfuckers
You don't understand
But my man's feeling pain
So we stand up and try to maintain
We tryna build by numbers
We try to move so them men can't stop us, motherfuckers

Say, Mutiwala Lansi
I fucking love you big bro
Stay clean and safe
Motherfuckers

Juan, what the fuck you doing here? Get out, man
Voicela
You went crazy, I know
Soufiane
Motherfuckers
Metske, Nafze
Outlepage, Hetzim, Edra Andres Henry
Motherfuckers