So Interesting

Ain't nothing sweet about the game man
I done see the trials and Tribulations man, firsthand
Shoot man, My story...(Real Rich Kings)

Niggas know how I came up. Young nigga ain't give a fuck
Running the streets kicking up dust. Win or loose I got my hands up
On my knees and I'm asking questions
When the real Niggas gonna get a blessing?
Lord knows a king is tired of stressing, went and copped a new Smith and Wesson
Cop pull me over, but they fear my presence
Should I bust before they unload their weapon?
Who knows it might be nothing, but that's the way it is in this damn country
Niggas struggling tryna get this money. We hunt each other when them kids hungry
I was fucked up, living bummy, In them projects with the damn junkies
Roam the streets with sack of weed. Pull each other on a ten speed
Shell toes and a white T, we was dripping like a nosebleed
No help to help us succeed, we barley made it like the 8th seed
Summer time, no AC at the park drinking OE

Grandma praying a blessing. Momma tired of the stressing
Daddy wasn't even present. Them streets was so interesting
School lessons ain't helping. Nigga going through depression
Want them D boys possessions, them streets was so interesting
Grandma praying a blessing. Momma tired of the stressing
Daddy wasn't even present. Them streets was so interesting
School lessons ain't helping. Nigga going through depression
Want them D boys possessions, them streets was so interesting

All I saw was them old schools, heads turning when they come through
Niggas wasn't even 22, but they was sitting on them 22's
Chain hanging, linen suits, gold rings, gold 32's
Got them Jays and them K's too, Rolexes and them Lexus coupes

My brother said, "nigga, Fuck that! I'm make the trap do jumping jacks"
One day he in the kitchen cooking crack, the next in the room counting stacks
Nigga showed me about 10 straps said, "he ready to bust niggas no cap"
Next thing I know he had some new clothes, new Tims, and some new hoes
Balling now, got some new goals, put that cutlass on some 24's
But them snitches broke the old code, and sent my nigga up a new road
I saw quick that the streets cold; Loose lips will sink souls
Watched my bro grow in them chains, and my mother wither from the the pain
This life of ours I can't explain, but that lesson stuck in my brain
One minute it's love and hood fame, the next a number is ya prison name
I ran the streets but in my own lane. Ain't got time for that dirty game
I seen some of my old friends change become informants with no shame