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D. Hill Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah You gotta stand on it Get it Man, you gotta stand on your principles Come out the mud, shit was critical Couldn't settle for less, I wanted plenty more Reachin' for the top, I'm on my tippy-toes Came out the slums, the motherfuckin' gritty I'm workin' hard, the sky is the limit My niggas on yard, doin' fourth and ten I had to lose before I can win As a man, you gotta stand on your principles Sippin' drank, poppin' pains, when I'm at my lows All this shit that I seen made me crazy Used to wake out my sleep hearin' gun pops Beat the two seventy-five, we was servin' J's Used to stand over that stove 'til the sun dropped Work ourselves some dope, that's every day Back to back gettin' locked up, I couldn't bond out Told my mama we gon' make it one day Shawty used to sell dope, now he strung out Look at this shit that the ghetto did Letras de cancionesAin't no love in these streets for a ghetto kid Told shawty be safe 'fore I dapped him up And the next day heard some nigga clapped him up Hell yeah, she got pregnant, she fed up Why we don't care 'bout our black sisters? I told shawty just to keep her head up It was funny comin' from a crack dealer My mama, she still smokin' cigarettes She stressed out, worried' 'bout me What the fuck the world come to? Crazy we stuck on that nicotine On that carpet, I swear it get deep Everybody sell dope 'cause it sells Lil' shawty went to see the priest 'Cause he said God don't answer his prayers As a man, you gotta stand on your principles Come out the mud, shit was critical Couldn't settle for less, I wanted plenty more Reachin' for the top, I'm on my tippy-toes Came out the slums, the motherfuckin' gritty I'm workin' hard, the sky is the limit My niggas on yard, doin' fourth and ten I had to lose before I can win As a man, you gotta stand on your principles Sippin' drank, poppin' pains, when I'm at my lows I gotta watch for them vultures, they greedy I looked for help and they treated me needy The floor was cold, used the stove just to heat it Stand on ten toes, I grind, I got reasons So I turned relentless Cash bring a whole lot of envy (It does) I throw on that strap for my enemies 'Cause what I been through ain't your business (It ain't) I whip out, whatever environment And I was taught never move out my feelings (Get it) Holdin' all this pain in Sippin' drank just to ease the tension Tryin' my best to forget it How the fuck can I when I got a whole lot of weight on my shoulders? Back on the wall, I go 'gainst it all and hold my composure As a man, you gotta stand on your principles Come out the mud, shit was critical Couldn't settle for less, I wanted plenty more Reachin' for the top, I'm on my tippy-toes Came out the slums, the motherfuckin' gritty I'm workin' hard, the sky is the limit My niggas on yard, doin' fourth and ten I had to lose before I can win As a man, you gotta stand on your principles Sippin' drank, poppin' pains, when I'm at my lows From Letras Mania