Real Plug 2

I had just got off the phone with Dre (FOREVEROLLING)

He like, "Nigga, I know it's dark right now, but don't fold"

You know what I'm sayin', you been too far to fold

You could've told a long time ago

Fuck you

Sometimes I feel like the streets love me more than God himself

Been out here low, laid on the road, thinkin' I harmed myself

You not like me, when I was weak, I never called for help

Strung out on lean, add up the fees, feel like I robbed myself

Down in the slums, hustling for crumbs, it feel like God done left

Without this weed, try look for other things to calm myself

Turn up the heat, four hundred degrees, tryna get this raw to melt

Ridin' 'round with heat so close to me, know I'm not far from death

Mama tellin' me I live fast as if a job could help

But I like Gucci, hoes with big booties, ain't hard to tell

When it's proper, you the don dada, it ain't hard to sell

We in the Hank era, we young felons, we scarred from jail

I never cried when Marge died, that's when my heart had left

Ask about me, where I'm from, bitch, I'm the god to them

I gave my all to them, still kill and rob with them

I don't smile much, I don't joke, and I ain't talkative

They was fucked up, I had work, so I gave jobs to them

I risked my all to win, pray I don't fall again

But if I fall again, know I'm gon' ball again

I'll risk it all to win, I'll risk it all to win

Sometimes I wonder how it'd be if certain people was there for me

And I ain't have to hit the streets to make sure I had somethin' to eat

Me and Kyana on palettes or comforters where we sleep

Pile of pillows and an analog antenna TV

This was 2003, way before I seen a P

Way back when I used to dream about makin' it to the league

As I grew up, I learned to cut, went from turnin' one into threes

But not 'til after my teens

Earlier, I had a vision of turnin' me to the nigga

Convince him he could trust me with fifty and then I shipped 'em

Some niggas fucked they bag up, it put me in bad positions

Most niggas gave what they had and I love 'em for stickin' with me

I'm sittin' back, reminiscing on Jacob tryna take the city

Touched my first ten with Jimmy, it hurt me, they said he snitchin'

Certain feelings make killers out niggas who's really timid

But once you cross that line and pull the trigger and shiver, see somethin' lifeless

I stood on all ten tippies when narcs surrounded my Chrysler

Just told me take the ten on the chin like that was unlikely

Next offer, he said five and I told him I'd rather fight it

My plug went on the run, turned his back when I got indicted

My love ain't want no thug, killed my son and it made me spiteful

Watchin' motives, now I notice there's no one to take advice from

I don't know if I'ma make it home, been walkin' through this rain so long

Last puff and I'ma make it strong

Count and smoke until my pain is gone

Real talk, nigga, can't make this shit up, nigga

Nigga know what it is

Big Gee, nigga

Man, real plug