Nana's Crib - Remix

I was born and raised
Where niggas shoot guns and throw they life away
66th where you can't come around if you don't tote a blick
Been bangin since on that Campbell block
Who I been hangin with
Dice game light stains man since the age of 6
Court dates we gon celebrate like they was birthdays
Holidays, why niggas don't ever listen to what mama say
It's a price to pay im blessed to say I speak to my OG everyday
A nigga play with her this glizzy gon send them to a better place
Straight to god hit a move for 10K and still got my job
A humble heart if I go broke then imma have to rob
Before I rob unzip a seal tuck the steel
And hit the block what you need we call em fiends
Even if they ain't buying rocks
Was born a trapper the way I twist woods it look like candy wrappers
Dirty pampers I'm the shit truth to me im more than average
Stuff it pack it get it gone
Then back home and unpack it
40 Chrome for yo dome if you wanna
Snatch try to grab it

Just a nigga trynna make it out the struggle
Fuck a hand out grab my scale imma hustle
Been baggin 3 5s up no stems then tie it up
You stupid them try me I been down to catch a homi
I swear to god boy
Just a nigga trynna make it out the struggle
Fuck a hand out grab my scale imma hustle
Been baggin 3 5s up no stems then tie it up
You stupid them try me I been down to catch a homi
I swear to god boy

Bussin jugs hittin licks now it's back to nana's crib
Cousins flowin' in and out she ain't know where the hammers hid
Slot jukin fiends hit the dope they can't stop puking
Snot mucus on mother's faces cause they won't stop shooting
Buss em then we leaving quick I couldn't believe the shit
Cuz was cutting crack with the same knives we was eating with
No Ls I was the Uber to his dope sales
When Sunday came around the cooking took over the dope smell
I was in the mix in my head battling bigger shit
I've seen hella things and now my eyes are no longer innocent
Til proven guilty soul clean but my conscious filthy
Scared to close my eyes mama please don't let them monsters get me
Choppa spittin bullets flying at the opposition
You reap what you sowe but we ain't hiding from them consequences
Not to mention I took a fiend to his doctor visit
A month later he said he was clean but it's not convincing
Keep calling knowing the trap will be open soon
Just got a case closed but still we got open wounds
That's all we hope why back stab when there's an open door
You never know what if murder isn't all she wrote
To be continued innocent but I see the demon in you
Feed the issue fire to the flame you gotta keep a pistol
The streets will miss you charge it to the game before this heat dismiss you
I keep it simple preaching what I know
That's how you feed the mental

Just a nigga trynna make it out the struggle
Fuck a hand out grab my scale imma hustle
Been baggin 3 5s up no stems then tie it up
You stupid them try me I been down to catch a homi
I swear to god boy
Just a nigga trynna make it out the struggle
Fuck a hand out grab my scale imma hustle
Been baggin 3 5s up no stems then tie it up
You stupid them try me I been down to catch a homi
I swear to god boy