I ain′t get it out the mud it came from solid concrete
The curb was for the punks so i was was always in the streets
Chunkin big B's up making money sittin cleanBut now I want better than these mo fuckin streets
When was the last time you punched a nigga in the teeth
For talking down on one ya patnas that was ridin for the team
Exactly what I mean
But now a days a pussy nigga kill you if you try to box em down fair and clean
I guess the no fight rule in the feds moved to the streets
Only bangers in them cells you might get shanked up in ya sleep
Only bangers on these youngins they wont knuckle up to beef
If we stick with all that trippin they already got us beat
That′s just they way Im thinkin'
They used to love me more
When I was drinkin er weekend with they asses for no reason
I swear that shit was seasoned
Cause really all that shows is inner weakness
When confronted by your everday day demons
Cant live without a meaning
Sometime it come with sacrifice
I promise you gon get more out of life long as you acting right
Cause when you keep ya focus than ya blessings gon magnify
Do it by yourself so you don't have no one to gratify
You was with some bitches shopping for em eating Italian ice
While I was in system max security getting classified
With niggas doing life so if it′s tension than it′s stab or die
The judge gave em 90 years for tryna manufacture ice
The judges giving life and they don't care about ya kids and wife
The judges giving life to kids who 18 that ain′t livin right
And never had a daddy and they momma somewhere spending nights
Smoking out them pipes and ain't worried if her kid alright
But that′s the way it go when you never asked to live this life
Brought you in this world just cause somebody else was sinnin right?
Using that excuse when questioned why you ain't winning right?
The mud was too soft to build a castle so I′m screaming
I ain't get it out the mud it came from solid concrete
The curb was for the punks so i was was always in the streets
Chunkin big B's up making money sittin clean
But now I want better than these mo fuckin streets
I can′t build my castle in the mud it′ll sink
Need a solid foundation just to live like a king
Make a couple thousand er time my phone ring
I'm still climbing up the mountain let see what the top bring
They say it′s lonely at the top I gotta see it for myself
Cause I'd rather be alone on top and sittin on my wealth
Than at the bottom w some dudes who never knew the way it felt
To have a burning passion hot enough to make the ice melt
Around the hearts of all the niggas that′s was really in streets
Serving every single lick just so the ones you love could eat
While you ducking the police w a dirty pistol on ya
Tryna find a better way but never had no one to show ya
I know I look content but it ain't really what ya think
Goin crazy in my head somebody better call a shrink
Cause all this greatness I′m exposing make me feel I'm on the brink
Of doing something legendary but the vision indistinct
But right now I'm still grindin at the bottom of New Mexico
Declared myself as chosen so I know I′ll be the next to blow
Blockin out the hate that′s coming round from all these messy ho's
Focused on my craft and now I′m colder than a Eskimo
Y'all was shooting dice loosing money mad going broke
On the way home pissed off cause now ya pockets low
Slappin on ya bitch when you mad that′s the bitch in you
Wondering why the blessing going round keep on missing you
I'm bonafide official but these streets can only label you
As just another target for the boys in the baby blue
You a liability to the plug he don′t play w you
Couldn't get a front so you had to boss up
I ain't get it out the mud it came from solid concrete
The curb was for the punks so i was was always in the streets
Chunkin big B′s up making money sittin clean
But now I want better than these mo fuckin streets
