We struggled, we look to Allah to guide us
But we constantly letting bullshit divide us
and we suddenly let the chills get the best of us
You pull up and we throwing ten at the driver
We're kids from the ghetto we ain't know no better
when our money was funny we didn't know no Prada
No dough, no jewels so the ho's didn't bother
I was going to school, wearing clothes from my father
Had the poster with the stig is that a stigmata?
If you don't hustle where I live then you don't get nada
Was a disgrace to my mom, caught my first case
Grinding in the crack house on my 26 hour
No fresh pair of clothes, took no shower
I was posted like the baker, trying to flip the flour
Couple older muslims tried to give us dou'a
then the people raided us, the shit went sour
When you grinding in the game there's plenty ups and downs
Gotta dump some rounds chasing that money and power
Now I'mma child of the ghetto, hood legend,
Made these niggas proud of the ghetto
hood Reverend preach to niggas what this shit's about
I am living proof that you can make it out of the ghetto
People often ask me Free, so how are you successful?
I'm constantly making moves and I don't ever settle
I abuse the mic but don't abuse the fame
and I chose to use my brain while others used the metal
Fuck the people trying to pin a co-defendent on me
Can't catch another case, my kid's depending on me
Know the difference, some friends are real
some friends are phony
Fall in love but don't ever marry a tenderoni
Cause when niggas can'y get at you they get at her
these are the consequences of making money
I couldn't find the safe I let this girl show me
I put truth in my music let the world know me
Now I feel like the world owe me
a whole lotta dough
If you don't like it blow me
Man I step up in the stew and I
control the booth
In my raps I'm spinning facts, all I know is the truth
I been here and I been back
I been rich and I been crack
Got the social poppin'
then I was damn near forgotten
Lost a rock but miraculously managed to blossom
They thought that I would lose my faculties without the faculty
Evil men sent their defence in to tackle me
they evil eye'in me
they evil eye'in us, even a evil grin
Don't ain't know i bring the desert eagle in
they do it for they down homies, let them be with them
Try to bring my youngins up before they see the pen
I take 'em on the road and let them be with men
Yes, with the ex kilo gang
I do it for mhy niggas trying to sneak a kilo in they safe
Since we did it our way there shouldn't be a win
In this country getting money shouldn't be a sin
You should be chasing that paper
You shouldn't be a hater
I pray you stay in God's good graces 'til we meet again
It's the ROC
You bastards, you bastards, you bastards
We think free
We live free
We die hard nigga
New ROC child
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