Letra de Brody - Black Soprano Family

(Feat. Heem B$F, ElCamino)

Yo

This that shit right here, like

That type of shit that we be on, like, at an early age (Jansport J)

Seasoned vets

Yo, yo, yo

Was restless, chain smokin' soon as the stress hits

I was reckless because I knew I was protected

Soon as this check hit, I'ma go buy a bigger necklace, investments

It ain't really much question 'bout who the best is, blessings

I'm the king on board like how chess is

Uh, we the young niggas that's bringin' back the essence

Room full of all my rich homies, I learned lessons

Makin' six figures, that's one of my new obsessions

The streets made me this way, these are my confessions

I would've risked it all for a stack and the new 11s

I wasn't always connected, at first, I sold sevens

Me with no hustle, that's like a church with no reverend

The streets don't love nobody, she still gon' let you fuck

You been in it for a minute and you still ain't catchin' up

I been winnin' for a minute and still don't feel like I'm up

I done did a lot of shit and feel I still ain't done enough

I'ma go and get this cake so we can all shine

Can't believe we made it through them hard times

Had my back against the wall up in the hallway

I can't believe that we made it through them hard days

They ain't wanna give me shit, I had to take mine

I can't believe we made it through them hard times (Uh, uh)

Had my back against the wall up in the hallway (Uh, they know)

I can't believe that we made it through them hard days (Uh)

It's like everybody wanna be Big and wanna be Pac

Wanna be the trigger man, but don't wanna be shot

Wanna be like Nas or Jay, Dipset, or the Lox

Master P in No Limit, Free and Beans with the Roc

All the hustlin' I did, tryna be like my pops

Had me stressin' in the crib, on the run from the cops (I was on the run, nigga)

Niggas from my old class, they wanna be opps

That hatin' shit don't last, you wanna be in my spot

This fifty bands in cold cash, got this shit off a block

And them stories that I tell true shit 'bout my block

Lil' resi' on the scale, extra grams in the pot

Started off slingin' bales twelve hundred a pop

This when Face was still home, before Mike got shot

Right at Tia front door, before the block got hot

I had an old .38 before the Glock that cock

And did my first hand to hand in front of Julio's shop, it go, uh

I'ma go and get this cake so we can all shine

Can't believe we made it through them hard times

Had my back against the wall up in the hallway

I can't believe that we made it through them hard days

They ain't wanna give me shit, I had to take mine

I can't believe we made it through them hard times

Had my back against the wall up in the hallway

I can't believe that we made it through them hard days

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