Blueprint

Wanna challenge everybody to step up, give back To they city in some type of way, you know? We don't only do this shit on Thanksgiving They just don't talk about it We really go hard for our city, though Wanna help outside, you know? Nigga, I'm talking clothes for them children- Uh-huh Toys for them babies Youngin Money for them families who trying but can't make payments There you go Commissary for them real ones in them cages I got street niggas staying out of trouble 'cause they gaming Disney World You know? We ain't just spending that, we giving back Brody gave the school fifty racks, let me see you mimic that Do that Move how I want around this bitch, you know a nigga snapped And shout out to them jailhouse lawyers that's getting niggas back Get 'em home And I can't tell these young niggas to put some guns down It's up and stuck now, niggas already got gunned down It's war But I can pull up with a couple hundred thou' and show 'em the Type of shit that they could do if they stop playing around They can get this money I can't stress this shit enough, I'm you, my nigga I'm you, my nigga I've been through the same shit you going through, my nigga I have What you gonna do, my nigga? 'Cause you can make it, I'm the proof You stop playing, I'll bet all this shit on you, my nigga What we doing? I'm just telling you the shit they should've told me They should've told me Keep you away from all the dreams these niggas sold me Niggas hoes These new bitches ain't shit, these new niggas the police Don't let nobody fuck your run up, keep your shit low-key Keep it low Just put your eyes on that money, then go get that Go get that shit And when you get enough of it, make sure you give back Never more I did that and I've been blessed, fuck who you trying to impress Before you buy some jewelry, invest, nigga, that's real rap You hear me? Fuck that blood shit, don't let your family take you off your mission 'Cause I had 50K, my peoples thought I had a million Crazy I told them wait and be patient until I really get it They said I was fake, fuck me, but I wasn't tripping I ain't tripping I just kept grinding, music kept selling Going up They could be here with me right now, shit, I tried to tell 'em I tried Crazy 'cause when they ask for something, I still sell it Yeah Trucking companies, I did that to get jobs to the felons Trying to pay some bonds and help them mamas come home I remember I was young and my mama was gone Securus calls, one minute left, shit had me crying on the phone Show you I came straight out the dirt That's why I rock all these stones Nigga We have four options, sell drugs or do 'em The other two was run from them shots or shoot 'em If them your options right now, here go a new one Pray to God, invest in yourself, and I'm the blueprint, nigga