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feat. Yung Jr.
(Intro)
Living proof my nigga
Kurupt
Itâs Youngin, this real rap
Trap, trap, trap
Look, I remember waitin on the 1st and 15th for some food stamps
And if you didnât had Jâs went in the cool camp
Me and Murda went to Graystood Elementary
We was thuggin young, bangin on our enemies
Granny raised me nigga but I took care of myself
Way back when I had to hug my father through a cell
And I respect for tryna feed a nigga
But it wasnât easy growin up without no father figure
But I love him, when he came home I jumped into his arms
And I hugged him, and some tears fell down
He asked whatâs wrong and I said nothing
I still remember my granny telling me Yungin get the dough
When I opened it was my father standing there with some locals
Haha, with a Jerry curl
One of the best days of my life nigga
Yea, uh, look
And I ainât never been that nigga on that tough act
Itâs NY City, any nigga can get busted
And nowadays the OGâs donât get respect no mo
Young nigga strapped up, wonât hesitate to let him blow
Niggas got a problem with you, they wonât even let you know
Be all up in yo face nigga
Real one to poke a hoe
Yea, so if you hatin on a nigga
Thereâs something I have to let you know nigga
(Hook)
Even though you hatin on a nigga
I be wishin for the best for you nigga
I am no hater, I ainât hatin on no nigga
So I just pray for you hatin ass niggas
Nah, itâs consensual with elephants and monesters
Iâm smashin through the hood with all my little youngsters
My big homie, taught me bout the way of life
Heavy back accounts and now slide it twice
When my mama passed, my life crashed
Head on collision and then my mind collapsed
Iâm thinking bout coca sacks, Cadillacs
Quarter sacks, doin about 100 racks
I told er mama look, one day Iâll get it
I got the hood behind me mama and they all with it
Yall niggas gimmicks, Iâm livin proof
See I really lived it, in and out the booth
Iâm bout to get this can nigga out the business
I love all my hoes, canât live without the bitches
And yea them still
No matter what and how I feel
Money motivation, get it close and bang the pavement
The party crazy, gang affiliates about to some chasin
Money boys love the hood, bless the natures and the Matrix
I could make you hate the way you take it âcause you niggas fake it
Yea, you niggas fake it
And a nigga like me, I canât take it
My thought process, I am thoughtless
And itâs like time, Iâm living thoughtless
All these years that Iâve fought stress
To get me this note and this sport tress
Whirlpool go tacks
Bitch nigga, bitch nigga
(Hook)
Even though you hatin on a nigga
I be wishin for the best for you nigga
I am no hater, I ainât hatin on no nigga
So I just pray for you hatin ass niggas
- Album:
- Moon Rock
- Money, Bitches, Power (Mixtape)
- Tha 4:20 (Mixtape)
- Streetlights
- Tha Streetz Iz A Mutha
- Miscellaneous
- Kuruption
- Smoke Boogie: Space Oddessey
- Down and Dirty
- Dysfunktional Family
- Against the Grain
- Kuruption!
- Kuruption (Explicit Version)
- Space Boogie: Smoke Oddessey (Remastered)
- Greatest Hits 1
- Kurupts Greatest: Greatest Hits, Vol. 1
- Gimmewhutchagot
- Oz: The Soundtrack
- Days of a Dogg Pound Gangsta, Volume 1
- California Love 2