I wrote this track, when my brother went to prison for dealing in narcotics. Real talk sometimes you have to do what you need to do in order to take care of you and yours.
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Story behind the song
Just a track about the struggle to take care of family.
Lyrics
Vrse1:
Sometimes it moves slow and sometimes it moves quick
You know life comes at you like a ton of bricks
I understand how it is in this world today
When you gotta hit the block just to get bills paid
When you gotta have some cash just to make ends meet
when you gotta catch a sale so yo kids can eat
When you gotta have it quick or be out on the streets
I understand all this cause it happens to me
Sometimes you gotta do what you need to do
Cause ain't nobody in this world lookin out for you
You gotta get that cake any way that you can
Cause life can throw a curve ball at ya plans
I understand how it is to be flat out broke
When ya pockets need air cause they ready to choke
When you put it up to God and still losin ya hope
When you gotta hit the block and start hustlin bro...hey
Hook:
This to my n*** s locked up doin time in the pen
Now keep ya head up homie, you'll be at it again
I'll hold it down in the lab, steady lacin the beats
Until my n*** s get home to these Midwest streets
This to my ladies locked up, stuck away in the pen
Just keep ya head up girl, you'll be at it again
I'll hold it down for you boo, you can count on me
Until my ladies get home to these Midwest streets, come on
Vrse2: (7Gramz)
Hey (look), it could be fun, dumb or just straight
If n*** s know you number one they gone hate
Shouts out to my nigs free my peeps
And when they get out, they bang my beats
If I ain't say it right, he still needed to hear me
Bro locked up and we miss you dearly
Cops pop up but they can't get near me
Young cats, chase rats, Tom and Jerry
Yeah...look I ain't got no kids, but I get
these bills and I handle my biz
Forget those queers I need that bread for my
n*** s that was there know how that is
Whoever said time was money was right
Whoever said money don't last got sight
Up against the ropes puttin up a fight
Just know that you can count on Gramz more than twice
Hook:
This to my n*** s locked up doin time in the pen
Now keep ya head up homie, you'll be at it again
I'll hold it down in the lab, steady lacin the beats
Until my n*** s get home to these Midwest streets
This to my ladies locked up, stuck away in the pen
Just keep ya head up girl, you'll be at it again
I'll hold it down for you boo, you can count on me
Until my ladies get home to these Midwest streets, come on
Song Fades Out
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