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These cowards all claim to be real But they just like the way it sounds They don't know how I feel And I ain't saying that I'm realer than any nigga But all the shit I been through would either break you or bend you Round here you don't make no wishes while nobody listen I gotta get it Got a list full of shit that I gotta do before I return to the ditch I gotta watch out for my mother Keep the payments upon the house cause I'll be damned if she never get to retire Gotta take my woman round the world And do all the shit she dreamed about when she was just a girl That's my word I gotta get as much knowledge as I can so when I sow my seed They can grow farther than their father could ever see I gotta put on for my city, out on for the Eastside Gotta stay down for my niggas that's down to ride for me I got a lot of stress on my mind But where I'm from we go against the grain That's the reason why we call it the grind What you know about Coming down '59 with so much shit in the wheel That we pray the dog never sniff it We only hustle to flip until we never have to make a trip again Keep the money in the safe, I never spend What you know about putting on for your people Letras de cancionesWent from walking to the bus to the regal My drive ain't never been questioned The eagle don't fly with the wind, so pressure's often deceitful But the [?] I just follow one direction That's real shit From Letras Mania