Provide
I'm in a postion of power, so ain't no way we could collide
I'm doing my diligence as a man
I just got one job, provide
Wanna hang on the block he died
Mama heard he got shot she cried
When granny nem heard it they couldn't even react
They did all they could they tried
Yeah, that shit getting heavy ain't it
The pressure gon' push on yo shoulders
Make some paper then push it in folders
Overcoming whatever they throw at us
Free my lil nigga Cease my nigga in jail
Every time I go see em he tell us "its well"
If my niggas don't glo imma feel like I failed
Yeah
Creeping to the stu I felt the need to paint a picture
Could never question where I stand nigga I was witcha
All the cars and the bitches could never be where I put my pride at
You can pick where you die if that glizzy in reach we gon' leave you wherever you try it at
All a nigga know is cold winters
Hood going up the whole summer
I'm the one nigga you the wrong number
If we was average they would never hate us
We gon' tie the score & they gon' celebrate us
To get where I'm at gotta work at it
Rappers don turned all you niggas to perc addicts
I see how the lil niggas look at us
I see how they make they decisions
I see how the system don't value my life & they locking us up 'cause its business
They don't wanna have to talk about that
Hit the store he gon' walk with the strap
I'ma buy me a Jeep with the hawk on the back
Talk to the boss where the offices at
Don't make the bet unless you know you gon' win
Dealership love me they know imma spend
She lookin hard 'cause she know who I are
Think for yourself or you'll never go far
I don't wanna be Pac nigga, imma hot nigga
Fuck you tryna be something that you not nigga
Imma show I'm the truth 'til I rot nigga
In my position of power
I'm in a postion of power, so ain't no way we could collide
I'm doing my diligence as a man
I just got one job, provide
Wanna hang on the block he died
Mama heard he got shot she cried
When granny nem heard it they couldn't even react
They did all they could they tried
Yeah, that shit getting heavy ain't it
The pressure gon' push on yo shoulders
Make some paper then push it in folders
Overcoming whatever they throw at us
Free my lil nigga Cease my nigga in jail
Every time I go see em he tell us "its well"
If my niggas don't glo imma feel like I failed
Yeah
I'm doing my diligence as a man
I just got one job, provide
Wanna hang on the block he died
Mama heard he got shot she cried
When granny nem heard it they couldn't even react
They did all they could they tried
Yeah, that shit getting heavy ain't it
The pressure gon' push on yo shoulders
Make some paper then push it in folders
Overcoming whatever they throw at us
Free my lil nigga Cease my nigga in jail
Every time I go see em he tell us "its well"
If my niggas don't glo imma feel like I failed
Yeah
Creeping to the stu I felt the need to paint a picture
Could never question where I stand nigga I was witcha
All the cars and the bitches could never be where I put my pride at
You can pick where you die if that glizzy in reach we gon' leave you wherever you try it at
All a nigga know is cold winters
Hood going up the whole summer
I'm the one nigga you the wrong number
If we was average they would never hate us
We gon' tie the score & they gon' celebrate us
To get where I'm at gotta work at it
Rappers don turned all you niggas to perc addicts
I see how the lil niggas look at us
I see how they make they decisions
I see how the system don't value my life & they locking us up 'cause its business
They don't wanna have to talk about that
Hit the store he gon' walk with the strap
I'ma buy me a Jeep with the hawk on the back
Talk to the boss where the offices at
Don't make the bet unless you know you gon' win
Dealership love me they know imma spend
She lookin hard 'cause she know who I are
Think for yourself or you'll never go far
I don't wanna be Pac nigga, imma hot nigga
Fuck you tryna be something that you not nigga
Imma show I'm the truth 'til I rot nigga
In my position of power
I'm in a postion of power, so ain't no way we could collide
I'm doing my diligence as a man
I just got one job, provide
Wanna hang on the block he died
Mama heard he got shot she cried
When granny nem heard it they couldn't even react
They did all they could they tried
Yeah, that shit getting heavy ain't it
The pressure gon' push on yo shoulders
Make some paper then push it in folders
Overcoming whatever they throw at us
Free my lil nigga Cease my nigga in jail
Every time I go see em he tell us "its well"
If my niggas don't glo imma feel like I failed
Yeah
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Writer(s): Devontae Washington
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