South Central Blues

[Verse 1: Slim The Mobster] Yeah, the way I grew up I be fuck up It is 2 types of niggas the lickers and the suckers Crack sellers weed puffer, this money can’t get enough of But shit I got 6 kids and I can’t let one suffer Streets got a nigger hard cold, it’s a motherfucker Street play a part, you can ask the old hustlers Cause they gang may change earth for me Too far in it, it won’t look right for nothing Married to the game so you gotta love it All the shit I accomplish, gotta stand for something If a nigga don’t acknowledge it, he gotta be fronting I owe you no apology so we gonna stay stunting And I’m probably on vacation with a lot of weed Blowing money fast like I just hit the lottery Hussle ain’t know me, nigga that’s part of me Born to be a hustler, what the fuck you though I’d be? [Hook: D-Brown] To all my hustlers in the streets that don’t gotta be To all the kids that wanna be what they see on tv You don’t have to be on the block We handle choice you got a lot, yeah Don’t count bitch outta be that other me, that other me [Verse 2: Slim The Mobster] Yeah, I run the streets and that's how I grew up before the rap game came Still made a few bucks, true we’re from the same place But we ain’t in the same space So far ahead of y’all like we ain’t in the same race Nothing taken for granted, just learn from my mistakes My will too strong, my spirit something they can’t break Niggas want my position, but some things you can’t take Praying that… for the name sake so Never could listen to what they say Praying for my downfall if they had it they way Let them see me fall off nigger But I’m too straight, niggas all they mad cause I’m everything you ain’t New rims, new paint, everything You think, you balling about a couple bottles had a few drinks Listen to it without you Shout out to the haters, I’d like to tell y’all thanks [Hook: D-Brown]