Little Brother - One Eleven lyrics

rate me

All my real niggas trying to make money

All them fake nigga trying to take money

Why them little girls wanna shake for they money

You don't want no problems with me, sonny, for real

Eight years young, Now you back home

Trying to walk a path

The straight

The narrow

Shorties on the block still getting that gwop

But they ain't like you 'cause them niggas ain't narrow

One slip-up cost your past vacation

Spent in the hell that we call incarceration

Before you came out, tried to tell you all about

How this world done changed, I know it's frustrating

I plead for my brother to have patience

They set you up to failo, better know your situation

They first tactic, we call it probation

I don't believe in the rehabilitating

They still gotta keep an eye on you, hating

That's when they throw another at you called occupation

And damn, for a 2-time felon

The only thing you smelling is fries and beef

And here comes the Lord

You back to the street

'Cause $5.25 won't get you a car

And people like, homie, why the fuck is you working

You should be with your brother

'Cause that nigga's star

And that there's the furthest from the God-given truth

Thinking you entitled, 'bout to tie your own noose

Every house built one brick at a time

I build mine with these rhymes

You gotta find your own juice, bro

It's hard not knowing where your meal's coming from

Your ribs get to touching

Them thangs get to busting

Scabs start pussing

Adrenaline start rushing

See your belly full, wolves get to lunching

Call myself putting all my faith in Christ

I just preserve my demons, put my faith in ice

Calculated the price, of sacrifices I made

Now I'm in the shade, seeing how the game is played

Cause kids learn at young age

They gonna either strip, move a brick

Or end up on the front page

It's like one way in, no way out

The hood is sponge

Niggas fear squeezing 'em out

Got stacks in the floor, a li'l work in the couch

Laid off, plus your girl got one in the pouch

Trying to live a good life, but this money is dirty

The way we living, bro, we ain't gonna make it to thirty