Too Many Times

We've been down here so many times. So many times before. We've been down here so many times. So many times before. What you know about growing up in the projects? Dope dealers, drug addicts, a dead carcass. Boys in blue, in the hood you a target. No Grammys, no Lion Knight, no red carpets. Rent's got leverage, mama can't pay the mortgage. Street ferocious, got no sight, can't forfeit. No love, our world so cold-hearted. Mo Money Mo Problems, Crystal for Wallace. Bodies on bodies, tomorrow ain't promised. They kill niggas, it's your own that ain't solid. Coming from the gutter, my block a forest. Yellow tape with the shells leaving lawless. We've been down here so many times. So many times before. We've been down here so many times. So many times before. Trico on the dashboard, they'll put me in a Casket. I'ma tell my story to pop 'em like Glasses. If I die, don't bury me, People rub my ashes. Profit for the hit the strip, slap a couple Asses. Leave the stu with the team, make another Classic. Baby go platinum, pull up in a McLaren. I came from nothing, sleeping on a mattress. Boys in the hood, Angela Bassett. A million dollar dream, put me in the Hall Of Fame. Popping bottles with Charlamagne. Dodged a couple haters tryna quench my flame. Put these tears in my lyrics, can you feel My pain? We've been down here so many times. So many times before. We've been down here so many times. So many times before.