To Each His Own

This that real n*gga shit This one is for the people G.O.D till the death I ain’t got no plates no spoons Just pots and pans Cuz I be flipping lots of grams They tryna lock my mans And me too but he can’t see the danger He learn from experience I learn from advice and precaution N*ggas in the town stay talking That’s why I keep my ear to the street I’m untamed, I’m a beast If a n*gga acting food, ima feast Cuz there’s too many people dying from starvation in these streets That’s why I’m tryna get a deal So I can kick back And give back to the people that need help but never get that Pops in jail, the kids asking why he did that To put food on the table so he chose to sell the kids crack Now don’t try to judge nobody Like you above somebody If you was in his shoes I bet you wouldn’t love nobody Nobody grows and says they wanna deal drugs N*gga the game chose me You’re now listening to real thugs uh Just take the moral out the story I wish I’d quit but for me, hustling is mandatory I hope Uncle Sam accepts dirty money As I’m staring at these student loans You’re born alone, you die alone You can’t tell me nothin Can’t get a job be broke or try hustlin Uh, n*gga just keep it on the low key I ain’t no rookie son The game already know me Uh, you can’t tell me nothing Can’t get a job be broke or try hustlin N*gga just keep it on the low key Eyes on your enemies And on all your homies