I ain′t get it out the mud it came from solid concrete

The curb was for the punks so i was was always in the streets

Chunkin big B's up making money sittin cleanBut now I want better than these mo fuckin streets

When was the last time you punched a nigga in the teeth

For talking down on one ya patnas that was ridin for the team

Exactly what I mean

But now a days a pussy nigga kill you if you try to box em down fair and clean

I guess the no fight rule in the feds moved to the streets

Only bangers in them cells you might get shanked up in ya sleep

Only bangers on these youngins they wont knuckle up to beef

If we stick with all that trippin they already got us beat

That′s just they way Im thinkin'

They used to love me more

When I was drinkin er weekend with they asses for no reason

I swear that shit was seasoned

Cause really all that shows is inner weakness

When confronted by your everday day demons

Cant live without a meaning

Sometime it come with sacrifice

I promise you gon get more out of life long as you acting right

Cause when you keep ya focus than ya blessings gon magnify

Do it by yourself so you don't have no one to gratify

You was with some bitches shopping for em eating Italian ice

While I was in system max security getting classified

With niggas doing life so if it′s tension than it′s stab or die

The judge gave em 90 years for tryna manufacture ice

The judges giving life and they don't care about ya kids and wife

The judges giving life to kids who 18 that ain′t livin right

And never had a daddy and they momma somewhere spending nights

Smoking out them pipes and ain't worried if her kid alright

But that′s the way it go when you never asked to live this life

Brought you in this world just cause somebody else was sinnin right?

Using that excuse when questioned why you ain't winning right?

The mud was too soft to build a castle so I′m screaming

I ain't get it out the mud it came from solid concrete

The curb was for the punks so i was was always in the streets

Chunkin big B's up making money sittin clean

But now I want better than these mo fuckin streets

I can′t build my castle in the mud it′ll sink

Need a solid foundation just to live like a king

Make a couple thousand er time my phone ring

I'm still climbing up the mountain let see what the top bring

They say it′s lonely at the top I gotta see it for myself

Cause I'd rather be alone on top and sittin on my wealth

Than at the bottom w some dudes who never knew the way it felt

To have a burning passion hot enough to make the ice melt

Around the hearts of all the niggas that′s was really in streets

Serving every single lick just so the ones you love could eat

While you ducking the police w a dirty pistol on ya

Tryna find a better way but never had no one to show ya

I know I look content but it ain't really what ya think

Goin crazy in my head somebody better call a shrink

Cause all this greatness I′m exposing make me feel I'm on the brink

Of doing something legendary but the vision indistinct

But right now I'm still grindin at the bottom of New Mexico

Declared myself as chosen so I know I′ll be the next to blow

Blockin out the hate that′s coming round from all these messy ho's

Focused on my craft and now I′m colder than a Eskimo

Y'all was shooting dice loosing money mad going broke

On the way home pissed off cause now ya pockets low

Slappin on ya bitch when you mad that′s the bitch in you

Wondering why the blessing going round keep on missing you

I'm bonafide official but these streets can only label you

As just another target for the boys in the baby blue

You a liability to the plug he don′t play w you

Couldn't get a front so you had to boss up

I ain't get it out the mud it came from solid concrete

The curb was for the punks so i was was always in the streets

Chunkin big B′s up making money sittin clean

But now I want better than these mo fuckin streets