Back Streets

[E.S.G.] I'm on my grind cousin, I'm trying to shine cousin But where I started with hell of heart, now let me remind you cousin My mama made me stand in line, for for cheese and butter dog I was embarrassed, under my breath I use to cuss her dog Mo'fucker, cause mama ain't play that Now-a-days it's real estates, with big cribs and maybachs On the scene where I use to stay at, a shotgun house By the time I was 13, I brought that shotgun out It's like a Ray Charles story, but I wasn't blind Might as well be, cause dreams and cash had the time Cause my mama laid off, I'm picking up bad habits First time I seen a bag of dope, my stepdad had it now See I ain't fucking Rabit, and this ain't 8 Mile This here is real life, where nigga be shife with fake smiles Hard as a child, I say life's a bitch Had the knowledge for college, but wasn't no fucking scholarships Now we got bigger chips, see we mo' like Frito Lay I use to move bout a ki' a day, me and my partna by the name of Jose Did my time then I came back home, use to be walking now I'm on chrome Nigga spit hits on every song, here's a list if you think I'm wrong "Wanna be a Baller" wrote that hoe, "Get Ya Hands Up" see I did that befo' "Swang And Bang" back in '94, made you say "Maan" with the boy Big Moe Boy got flow so the boy got shows, boy got do' so the boy got dro Speed it up or I could do it slow, Screw it down you know how it go g'eah [Hook] Bitch I'm a thug, from them back streets Use to sell cheese, just to make the ends meet But I swear, we'll never have to do it again We stacking ends, rap game top ten again g'eah Bitch I'm a thug, from them back roads Use to sell coke and dro, to make my cash flow But I swear, we'll never have to do it no mo' We on the road, five to ten G's a show hoe [Brandon Stacks] Who would of ever thought, a young nigga born in Memphis Tenn Would grow up to make millions, off a pad and a pen Single mother fo' kids, daddy locked in the Penn But still I knew somehow I'd make it, this where my story begins I started off selling weed, then I started selling pills Then I started selling drank, trying to help my mama pay the bills See my life wasn't all gravy, it wasn't peaches and cream I caught my first case for assault, I was only 15 I came home same shit, nothing really changed Still trying to get rich, still trying to run the game But now the cops know my name, and I'm a regular on the block Hit me on the cell phone, nigga you won't catch me on the block I caught a couple of mo' charges, caught a couple of mo' cases All this shit behind being greedy, chasing big faces Now I got my mind right, it's only money on my mind Fuck taking Penitentiary chances, I done found a legal grind SES we here to shine, and take over the rap game Brandon Stacks and E.S.G., in case you niggas didn't know the name Cause uh, bitch I'm a thug off them back streets 22 two time felon, still pack heat I know everywhere I go, these niggas watch me The ice the cars the cash, make em wanna pop me But ain't no way in the world, you can stop me Niggas been trying for years, quit trying to block me bitch [Hook]