Hardheaded & Stubborn

Yo, let me talk to y'all right quick
You know it really ain't no difference between me and you
Especially if you grew up how I grew up
Hardheaded and stubborn

Hardheaded and stubborn, had to learn the hard way
It wasn't no telling me nothing (nothing, nothing)
If you ain't showing me something, get the fuck up out my face
Let me get back to this money (money, money)
I love you, but I can't trust you
I know you would sell me out to be with one of these suckers (suckers, suckers)
If I call you my brother, I'm gon' be there when you need me
Nigga we got each other (each other, each other)

Hardheaded and stubborn, cold-hearted but loving
I guess I'm finally discussing the shit I kept inside
A early age jumped in the streets and I got mesmerized
Went through some things and seen some things, but I didn't testify
When that pressure rise, you gotta check these niggas temperature
Make sure they feel the sting, let the bullets soak in vinegar
I'm gon' speak the truth 'cause I know they gon' try to censor us
The preachers I know crooked, I can't put no faith in ministers

That nigga granny raised from Halloween candy days
When I look at where I'm at and where I was, I'm still amazed
I ain't locked inside no cage, I ain't laying in no grave
Walking in the path I paved, and I ain't working for no wage
When I stand up on that stage, I can't wait to see the crowd hyped
They paid to see a nigga, hear me rap about this wild life
What I do on these mics, I teach lessons
If I never make it out of my section, I'm still a legend, ayy

Hardheaded and stubborn, had to learn the hard way
It wasn't no telling me nothing (nothing, nothing)
If you ain't showing me something, get the fuck up out my face
Let me get back to this money (money, money)
I love you, but I can't trust you
I know you would sell me out to be with one of these suckers (suckers, suckers)
If I call you my brother, I'm gon' be there when you need me
Nigga we got each other (each other, each other)

The streets will take a young boy and rush him through a childhood
'Til he in some grown man shit acting like a child would
Now what's the reason, Mama working or is daddy gone
And if daddy ain't at home, was he ever home?
The chance to make it out, it's a low probability
You hustle, hoop or rob, it's a high possibility
Had chemistry with the dealers, I could get it gone
'Til I got locked up and couldn't hit their phone

And the ladies stop loving when your luck low
The paper you was spending got you wishing you put up more
The money good but you must know
It's two sides to this game and the other side cutthroat
Sometimes, it's nothing left but hope
When there ain't nowhere else to turn, it's just some things you gotta learn
Everything ain't your concern, you can't make sure everybody straight
Niggas' seasonal, they only hit you up on holidays

You wanna know something?
Ever since I stopped calling people first
I stopped hearing from people
I wonder why that work like that
These days, it's best to focus on your paper and stay out the way, man
Ain't nothing but a casket or a jail cell out there waiting on you
Kool