That's All We Had

(Lil' O talking) Uh, put out the struggle, put out the struggle, for those that hustle I reminisce when (Chorus - 2x) That's all we had, five on a dime, two on some gas Couldn't get no hoes cause we didn't have no cash But still we was alive, so still we was glad Cause that's all we had [Lil' O] I remember scoring fifty pack wrapping my rocks and plastic Slanging this up to dopefiends when times got drastic Just a young nigga trying to shine and have shit And turn my chump change into a million like magic My situation tragic, my pockets was hurting And player ain't nothing worse than a broke nigga flirting I can't forget the day, Karen till he pulled up swerving My mouth, dropped when I seen Corey blunt suburban I said it got to be a feeling man To ride on 20's, screens hanging from the ceiling man Crawling turning hoes heads like a ceiling fan A youngster wishing he was balling got to feel my pain But still I said, hold your head nigga Cause one day you gone shine and roll red nigga Just keep your business on the low and don't full fled nigga Real g's, pay they dues, so thank god For your life and grind to get there fool (Chorus - 2x) [Big Pokey] I remember 'fore, trust me, no bus fee Not even a hot dollar to my M-A and me It ain't no joke g, when a nigga broke see Seem like nobody know me, so I stay low key Riding it out, like a O.G Mash and put it up, like a nigga told me By all means, I'ma mash to get it And I'ma mash for my cash till I mash and hit it Got to stash to stay with it, keep you a bang 'Fore you make a move, think, stay sharp as a shank And the room display, we got dues to pay If we don't live for tomorrow, we gone lose today Who's to say, that you can't succeed Set your mind to achieve, with the knowledge you retrieve Always believe and have faith in the man Everything will go according to plan, knowI'msaying (Chorus - 2x) [Lil' O] See when you broke, hoes act funny That's why most niggas grind hard to stack money We was skinny niggas, trying to get fat tummies All I wanted was a cadillac and bad honies But still a player had to take his time Cause young niggas go to the penn for trying to shine I've seen boys get twenty years for slanging dimes Out here thinking it's a game, boy you out of line And now you doing time [Big Pokey] But I got to grind And mash for this paper cause I got to shine And watch theses hating ass niggas so I cock the nine And keep my business on the low, cause they drop the dime And for real nigga I ain't lying, that fast money, shoe box stash money One way street, cause you really a crash dummy Cash money, it's M-O-E And nigga, I'm just glad to be free (Chorus - 2x)