Ain't For Everybody

[Verse 1: Starlito] Mail box full of bills My partners in the cell locked with no appeal Mind gone from the dro and pills Grinding up on 150 in 2012 with no deal Threw half a hundred on four wheels Three times over like im trying to show the ville Like I got a point to prove Might catch me in lolo still With a stash spot you could put a brick like O'Neal Play that block niggas shooting close range Fuck you mean no hoop dream we stuck in the dope game Codeine, lortab, cocaine, OC's, percocets, mdma for the pain Xanax, crystal meth, heroin anything for the change Just like money making Mitch the hustlers in our veins When money make you snitch they need to get out the game Shouldn't nothing make you snitch you need to get out the game Quit cold turkey [Chrous] Man this shit ain't for everybody I swear everything ain't for everybody She don't care about you, she just want some red bottoms Thought it was your partner till the feds caught him This shit ain't for everybody Na everything ain't for everybody She don't care about you, she just want some red bottoms (red bottoms) Thought it was your partner till the feds got him [Verse 2: Starlito] The other day I walked in the bank with my pistol on me, bad habits And I probably would've robbed them if it was an automatic Thought about it, like man you too hot, and I started laughing You know I wear the gun like my seat belt when I’m in traffic, strapped I ain’t bragging, I ain’t just rapping, I quit drinking if I ain’t celebrating I’m focused and active, I’m just investing my all Who knows whats going to happen Just trying not to get trapped in trapping That steal on my lap ya, I’m out here grinding for the stacks man Fuck a pack I book myself and get back off the back end Ya this the renaissance of that G shit peep this Realist shit I’ve ever done was staying free shit Plant seeds when I was giving away that free shit Eighty twenty split ya guess you see tree bitch I’m from the streets so it’s always going to be street shit But this is just my exit strategy we all need to quit [Chrous] [Verse 3: Starlito] Ya this real street shit ain’t for everybody Everybody was his partner till the feds got him I know some boys in the hood that’ll head shot him Just to say you want to see a dead body? A couple of my partners overseas oughta be in the league A few more overseas fighting the war for the powers that be No, I don’t believe this how we dreamed it But at least they see its more than life than these streets Might as well spread your wings and fly free If I knew what I know now I’d been Ivy League Or play ball somewhere small and dribbled up on a degree or three Might have even got a PHD I ain’t tripping Trip ain’t Lito but together we Already damn near completed that step brothers 3 I’m just planning my work and working my plan Cause whats ahead of me Got me looking forward to never looking back, a better me LITO Cold Turkey Shit ain't for everybody Na everything ain't for everybody [Chrous]