[Intro Sample] I'm just trynna make it real, baby Like it is Maybe this is what you supposed to do Baby, this is what you grow into Just, just think about it Don't throw it out Just, just think about it
[Verse 1] They say the music is too loud but Radio Raheem's thing Is keeping Hassaan attached to his dreams And from killing one of y'all my man, cause shit seems Like I won't escape from these dreams The nightmare on my street is always a reoccurring theme Arguing with a fiend about a dollar and dream Who will be a peasant and who'll reign supreme Who's destined for greatness and who's just insane In this world full of cream, where money will allow us to be anything But if you ain't got the spray to help you keep up with the gleam Whatever you possess is not the brand new thing And that will provoke you to do things Opposite the color your mood ring The streets make examples out of crews and teams And cliques who be riding round in them thangs Sitting on rims showing off they change
[Hook] Tell me what's up with your life Tell me how you pay your price Tell me how you roll your dice Tell me what's up with your heights and lows
[Verse 2] Wash my wears at the wash house Ain't enough Clorox in the world to get the stains out Same corners with the same plot same route Hustle hard till they try and blow your brains out Do all the shit in life that you can gain a name 'bout Let the babies watch and try to take the same route Yo you gotta be a man about yours Can't fall for the okie doke and be on all fours They gave the black man a black pres but what for? Only to try and blame us more While we live under the radar fighting the us war Can't figure it out. What in the fuck for? Prices on chips escalating at the store And cigarettes cost what a weed bag cost Got me hustling hard like I need that Porsche But it's hard to get one and beat that court