Intro (Free G Whiz)

Look Up They cannot do what I do They cannot fit in my shoes They cannot walk all the miles I walked And they ain't going to see it all through And I ain't got to talk with a crew I'm cool with my son, he's the truth No need for the burner We go Timmy Turner And then we go take him to school Killers call me, another screw on the loose Back on them banners I'm feeling like Bruce Used to buying high and smoking the dirt Now we First in the Class on that flight pushing work I could tell you about a day in the worst way But I'm worried the Feds' waiting I ain't saying we ain't playing But I promise we ain't playing, ain't no gang gang here, ssshhh So tell me What would you do? Stuck on the corner with nothing to lose Three younger brothers a mother and father That never had nothing to cope with the fumes Ain't no complaining, we do what it do Broke as bitch in the back of the Buick Told my little sis I'll be back in a few Twelve years who the f*ck would've knew now? Suicidal where's the Gin and my juice? Duece Duece that's a four for the funeral I ain't never talking money with bitches From A to Z I swear to god they so critical Run it up and run a bag on em Never staying safe I had to crash on em Now they laying praying for a payday On the concrete, where the pack homie? So tell me What would you do? Live for the Lord or die for the few? I've been worried about a different mission While they focus on money I'm saving the youth Shoot for the stars, aim for the truth Came for the calling but left with no clues All these mother fucking days I been dreaming about Finally here and that bitch came a view now I done got back at it, talking mad habits like a crack addict I done been planet to planet, been serving them birds in the back alley I done reciprocated everything but the pain but Im back at it Back at it, Yeah I been back at it like Nine, ten, ducking two-eleven's On a destination, one that's greater than Heaven I seen it unfold no consoling the reverend These brightest nights coincide with the devil, I Had to go level up Focused on pain but the reign brought the bezzle up Talking about highest of high's These lowest of low's That's your bro, better get him up because They cannot do what I do They cannot fit in my shoes They cannot walk all the miles I walked And they ain't going to see it all through And I ain't got talk with a crew I'm cool with my son, he's the truth No need for the burner we go Timmy turner And then we go take him to, take him to