Ramadan

(183Rd Street) Lawd Park the spaceship in front of mama's ride (That real shit) We was taught to squeeze 'til the drama die (Brr) Homie, don't be the reason that your mama cry (Please don't) Heard they put her son down like Ramadan (Niggas gettin' tried left and right, homie) Then they wonder why the streets left us traumatized (This shit ain't no game, nigga) Traumatized, uh, traumatized I got a budget just to keep new Dior in my closet (Right) New handheld pistols, all my niggas like wallets (Ha) Big business, so you know, it's a bigger deposit High-tech money machines to speed up the process, uh I don't explain the process to novice What's the object? (What's the object?) Handful of bud in the bag, off the optics (Yes) Uh, they hate to see me livin' my life Them back in the days stories still ain't changin' the price (Really) Don't get caught up in position and power for the hour Niggas get to cappin' 'bout smoke, I light the louder I got niggas rich, you got niggas clipped Embarrassed, investigated, all types of shit I underestimated the scripts, the hype in it (Uh) You started off thirties and ended with Vicodins The worst thing you can do with a drug is life the shit The ratio from dealer to user is heightenin' Your life or him Park the spaceship in front of mama's ride (That real shit) We was taught to squeeze 'til the drama die (Brr) Homie, don't be the reason that your mama cry (Please don't) Heard they put her son down like Ramadan (Niggas gettin' tried left and right, homie) Then they wonder why the streets left us traumatized (This shit ain't no game, nigga) Traumatized, uh, traumatized It's all good 'til rules get broken, crews get smoked It's crazy when you get rich off the truth you spoke And them niggas that you fuck with only proof you broke I really fooled parole, had a trap on cruise control, yeah Uh, you know I hit the interstate scorin' 'caine Caught a thing, 'fore I left, I got an oil change Parked the '63 where your bitch stay When you this straight, the pussy always free, but the bricks ain't But my wrist great, yeah, my only jackpot was a crack pot They say I used to be a hustler, shit, when that stop? My new customers ask me when Nat drop It's still fifty racks dropped just to whack opps When I was young, I just wanted to be a fireman I grew up fast, buyin' yams, supplyin' grams Your favorite rapper in my diet plan I kept it gangsta, my choices was live a rat or die a man Park the spaceship in front of mama's ride (That real shit) We was taught to squeeze 'til the drama die (Brr) Homie, don't be the reason that your mama cry (Please don't) Heard they put her son down like Ramadan (Niggas gettin' tried left and right, homie) Then they wonder why the streets left us traumatized (This shit ain't no game, nigga) Traumatized, uh, traumatized If we talkin' hustlers, I'm ahead of them all (Facts) And if we talkin' rap niggas, I'm beheadin' them all (Uh) I did it all just to ball, but was never in court (Swish) 'Cause a fish with his mouth closed could never get caught, uh (Uh-uh) I slide through the trenches with this forty on my hip (Boom) Deuce-deuces in the purse, a lil' shorty in my whip (Got that) I slid through more towns than Berry Gordy with the bricks That's how I got rich, kid, guess I'm Tory with the bricks (Ha) If I call my body droppers, they go shotty shoppin' Catch you in your buildin', get your lobby rockin' Spin the block and tell 'em, "Hop in" (Hop in) Then we skrrt on them niggas like, "Damn, they killed them" (Skrrt) Witness said they fled in a Plymouth just like some pilgrims Now he's on a Gildan, we always been them niggas and we still them I step outside the Hilton, they film him (The Wiz) Hoppin' in some plush shit with stash boxes built in And tablets for the children (What else? ), And panoramic ceilings (Lawd) Park the spaceship in front of mama's ride (That real shit) We was taught to squeeze 'til the drama die (Brr) Homie, don't be the reason that your mama cry (Please don't) Heard they put her son down like Ramadan (Niggas gettin' tried left and right, homie) Then they wonder why the streets left us traumatized (This shit ain't no game, nigga) Traumatized, uh, traumatized