That's All We Had

(Lil' O talking)

Uh, put out the struggle, put out the struggle, for those that hustle

I reminisce when

(Chorus - 2x)

That's all we had, five on a dime, two on some gas

Couldn't get no hoes cause we didn't have no cash

But still we was alive, so still we was glad

Cause that's all we had

[Lil' O]

I remember scoring fifty pack wrapping my rocks and plastic

Slanging this up to dopefiends when times got drastic

Just a young nigga trying to shine and have shit

And turn my chump change into a million like magic

My situation tragic, my pockets was hurting

And player ain't nothing worse than a broke nigga flirting

I can't forget the day, Karen till he pulled up swerving

My mouth, dropped when I seen Corey blunt suburban

I said it got to be a feeling man

To ride on 20's, screens hanging from the ceiling man

Crawling turning hoes heads like a ceiling fan

A youngster wishing he was balling got to feel my pain

But still I said, hold your head nigga

Cause one day you gone shine and roll red nigga

Just keep your business on the low and don't full fled nigga

Real g's, pay they dues, so thank god

For your life and grind to get there fool

(Chorus - 2x)

[Big Pokey]

I remember 'fore, trust me, no bus fee

Not even a hot dollar to my M-A and me

It ain't no joke g, when a nigga broke see

Seem like nobody know me, so I stay low key

Riding it out, like a O.G.

Mash and put it up, like a nigga told me

By all means, I'ma mash to get it

And I'ma mash for my cash till I mash and hit it

Got to stash to stay with it, keep you a bang

'Fore you make a move, think, stay sharp as a shank

And the room display, we got dues to pay

If we don't live for tomorrow, we gone lose today

Who's to say, that you can't succeed

Set your mind to achieve, with the knowledge you retrieve

Always believe and have faith in the man

Everything will go according to plan, knowI'msaying

(Chorus - 2x)

[Lil' O]

See when you broke, hoes act funny

That's why most niggas grind hard to stack money

We was skinny niggas, trying to get fat tummies

All I wanted was a cadillac and bad honies

But still a player had to take his time

Cause young niggas go to the penn for trying to shine

I've seen boys get twenty years for slanging dimes

Out here thinking it's a game, boy you out of line

And now you doing time

[Big Pokey]

But I got to grind

And mash for this paper cause I got to shine

And watch theses hating ass niggas so I cock the nine

And keep my business on the low, cause they drop the dime

And for real nigga I ain't lying, that fast money, shoe box stash money

One way street, cause you really a crash dummy

Cash money, it's M-O-E

And nigga, I'm just glad to be free

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