[Kollision]
D. Hill
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
You gotta stand on it
Get it
[Kollision]
Man, you gotta stand on your principles
Come out the mud, shit was critical
Couldn't settle for less, I wanted plenty more
Reachin' for the top, I'm on my tippy-toes
Came out the slums, the motherfuckin' gritty
I'm workin' hard, the sky is the limit
My niggas on yard, doin' fourth and ten
I had to lose before I can win
As a man, you gotta stand on your principles
Sippin' drank, poppin' pains, when I'm at my lows
[Nefew]
All this shit that I seen made me crazy
Used to wake out my sleep hearin' gun pops
Beat the two seventy-five, we was servin' J's
Used to stand over that stove 'til the sun dropped
Work ourselves some dope, that's every day
Back to back gettin' locked up, I couldn't bond out
Told my mama we gon' make it one day
Shawty used to sell dope, now he strung out
Look at this shit that the ghetto did
Ain't no love in these streets for a ghetto kid
Told shawty be safe 'fore I dapped him up
And the next day heard some nigga clapped him up
Hell yeah, she got pregnant, she fed up
Why we don't care 'bout our black sisters?
I told shawty just to keep her head up
It was funny comin' from a crack dealer
My mama, she still smokin' cigarettes
She stressed out, worried' 'bout me
What the fuck the world come to?
Crazy we stuck on that nicotine
On that carpet, I swear it get deep
Everybody sell dope 'cause it sells
Lil' shawty went to see the priest
'Cause he said God don't answer his prayers
[Kollision]
As a man, you gotta stand on your principles
Come out the mud, shit was critical
Couldn't settle for less, I wanted plenty more
Reachin' for the top, I'm on my tippy-toes
Came out the slums, the motherfuckin' gritty
I'm workin' hard, the sky is the limit
My niggas on yard, doin' fourth and ten
I had to lose before I can win
As a man, you gotta stand on your principles
Sippin' drank, poppin' pains, when I'm at my lows
[Kollision]
I gotta watch for them vultures, they greedy
I looked for help and they treated me needy
The floor was cold, used the stove just to heat it
Stand on ten toes, I grind, I got reasons
So I turned relentless
Cash bring a whole lot of envy (It does)
I throw on that strap for my enemies
'Cause what I been through ain't your business (It ain't)
I whip out, whatever environment
And I was taught never move out my feelings (Get it)
Holdin' all this pain in
Sippin' drank just to ease the tension
Tryin' my best to forget it
How the fuck can I when I got a whole lot of weight on my shoulders?
Back on the wall, I go 'gainst it all and hold my composure
[Kollision]
As a man, you gotta stand on your principles
Come out the mud, shit was critical
Couldn't settle for less, I wanted plenty more
Reachin' for the top, I'm on my tippy-toes
Came out the slums, the motherfuckin' gritty
I'm workin' hard, the sky is the limit
My niggas on yard, doin' fourth and ten
I had to lose before I can win
As a man, you gotta stand on your principles
Sippin' drank, poppin' pains, when I'm at my lows
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