Текст песни Word Play - TEC

Growing up in Baton Rouge
Nigga first dream was to be a basketball player
Like I wanted to be like the nigga Kobe Bryant
We like a block away from our opps
And we out there in the trap everyday selling dope
Them niggas right around the corner
You just like don't be outside right in front of the trap without no rod
Trap or strap

Made so many enemies
But why they envy me
Bitch we come from the gutter
Where struggle makin' pennies bleed
I was splitting swishes down the middle like a centipede
Fucked a bitch under the bleachers, told a teacher I ain't finna read
Shit that we was taught in social studies wasn't facts
I was studying and moving blow, subject was smuggling packs
Can't trust your own mother, it gets bloody for them racks
Bobo put on them apple Fanta's, make it muddy with the ack

That was way back in the day when he used to line my taper up
Me calling the day they couldn't grab some paper tryna save it up
Now I be trying to stay away from my savings, it gives me paper cuts
Shit was a dream, getting paid in my sleep, all I got to do is keep waking up
Shit no longer my imagination, I can't make this up
Shittin' on all my classmates and bitch my grades went up
Gave lil Ray ten, gave me three and lost faith in us
Businesses they labeled us, DA said we was made for cuffs

But we got blessed 'cause Keitha and Aretha prayed for us
Now I'm obsessed with success, I can't wait for nothin'
My own CEO, fuck the checks the labels cuttin'
Made it from hard labor, I wouldn't be you bitches slave for nothin'
First I had to sign a couple of fucked up deals
Fucked up bookoo bags to get the object of this shit
If you ain't got a plan, you ain't gonna understand, ya heard me?
They'll give you the bag but they ain't gonna tell you what to do with it

Personal two checkings and one saving I got with Chase
INC with PNC and LLC with BOA
Like NIP this shit a marathon, bitch it's not a race
A minister Luwop Farrakan, show my people the way
Johnny just like Barry Bonds, slide to make it home safe
Won't dick pull for shortcuts, fuck it take the long way
Two clips taped together hang under this long K
They starved me to the bone, I ate alone and scraped my own plate

The long face, they face expression when they see the Wraith
Hit the light, it was a long way from home, they had to extradite me back to the Parish
Waiting on a bond, I smoked an extra night, no worries before I rat I'll serve an extra life
It's true they gonna step the night on the top, make sure my weapon right
This ain't from the grave, I live this life, TEC gotta play like this is life
Slept the night, fuck ZZZ's, I need M's
Stacked up on weed, no more pills, free my mind feel like Tems
Tell them bitches come see me perform live, not on film
But the bitches gotta book tickets like you at the Colosseum

Wrecked the vet, fucking with my BM, cop a X-6, bought that Tesla, it's electric
Benjamin Franklin stuffed in my britches
'Cause my craft been perfected

"The price of greatness comes with responsibility and you was made for this shit
You didn't go through the struggle for nothing, you always took the lead, remember?
That's how you got here
Keep ya foot on they neck, stand up on they chest"