One Eleven

[Hook: Rapper Big Pooh] All my real niggas trying to make money All them fake nigga trying to take money Why them little girls wanna shake for they money You don't want no problems with me, sonny, for real [Rapper Big Pooh] Eight years gone, Now you back home Trying to walk a path The straight The narrow Shorties on the block still getting that gwop But they ain't like you cause them niggas ain't thorough One slip-up cost your past vacation Spent in the hell that we call incarceration Before you came out, tried to tell you all about How this world done changed, I know it's frustrating I plead for my brother to have patience They set you up to fail, better know your situation They first tactic, we call it probation I don't believe in the rehabilitating They still gotta keep an eye on you, hating That's when they throw another at you called occupation And damn, for a 2-time felon The only thing you smelling is fries and beef And here comes the Lord You back to the street Cause $5.15 won't get you a car And people like, homie, why the fuck is you working You should be with your brother Cause that nigga's a star And that there's the furthest from the God-given truth Thinking you entitled, 'bout to tie your own noose Every house built one brick at a time I build mine with these rhymes You gotta find your own juice, bro [Hook] [O-Dash] It's hard not knowing where your meal's coming from Your ribs get to touching Them thangs get to busting Scabs start pussing Adrenaline start rushing See your belly full, wolves get to lunching Call myself putting all my faith in Christ I just preserve my demons, put my faith in ice Calculated the price, of sacrifices I made Now I'm in the shade, seeing how the game is played Cuz kids learn at young age They gonna either strip, move a brick Or end up on the front page It's like one way in, no way out The hood is sponge Niggas fear squeezing 'em out Got stacks in the floor, a li'l work in the couch Laid off, plus your girl got one in the pouch Trying to live a good life, but this money is dirty The way we living, bro, we ain't gonna make it to thirty [Hook]