Текст песни What It's For - Tobe Nwigwe
Yo
Yo
Look
I
was
raised
in
the
hood
until
my
momma
went
to
nursing
school
And
showed
me
what
a
little
vision
and
work′ll
do
My
best
friend
auntie
was
a
prostitute
Them
cars
would
pull
up,
them
visits
was
conjugal
She
had
been
with
all
kind
of
dudes
Had
my
mind
all
kind
of
confused
Was
just
a
Godiva,
caught
that
minor
trying
to
make
it
through
And
atmosphere
where
the
bohemians[?]
Were
so
egregious
and
got
appeasement
From
using
thesis,
I
didn't
agree
with
Like
we
don′t
leave.
Told
me
we
stuck
here
boy
Like
we
all
adhesive
If
it's
beef,
you
keep
your
iron
low
like
you
anemic
If
the
energy
ain't
cohesive,
you
pull
and
squeeze
it
No
peace,
carry
pieces
Stay
on
your
toes
like
orthopedics
Watch
who
you
be
with
No
gas,
rose
from
the
ash,
like
as
a
phoenix
Half
my
partners
been
thugging
since
they
was
just
a
fetus
Swear
they
known
for
shooting
and
stabbing
If
you
ain′t
on
in
my
hood,
best
you
duck
like
you
dabbing
My
hood
treat
me
like
the
boy
from
Akron
That′s
why
every
single
beat
I
need
a
fork
and
napkin
'Cause
I
swear
it′s
time
to
eat
This
for
my
partners
deceased,
who
ain't
never
make
it
out
the
leaf
This
for
my
mamma
who
put
me
in
Little
league
and
couldn′t
afford
cleats
For
little
Mitch,
running
me
over
I
swear
that
turned
me
into
a
beast
This
for
my
sister,
for
my
niece,
this
for
Fat,
this
for
Reeks
This
for
radio
not
showing
love
even
though
they
obsolete
This
for
E,
this
for
C,
and
all
them
Gs
letting
techs
blow
I'm
trying
to
have
some
stuff
just
for
all
my
dogs
like
Petco
No
Jos
A
Bank,
but
might
keep
a
blazer
on
me
like
dress
code
Matter
fact,
this
for
all
the
years
I
was
stuck
riding
Metro
Couldn′t
afford
no
petrol,
now
they
swear
I'm
celestial
They
never
seen
a
flow
so
special
from
a
young
hoodlum
that
reps
so
Hard
for
Southwest
ain't
leave
Texas
that′s
where
my
heart
is
at
Forum
Park
gave
me
the
how
to
survive
the
hood
starter
pack
Drank
done
made
half
the
legends
in
my
city
have
heart
attacks
When
I
die
bury
me
like
Stonewall
Jackson
and
Arthur
Ashe
Right
outside
the
Governor′s
Mansion
on
Colorado
Street
If
you
out
here
pitching
and
snitching,
kinfolk
you
not
a
G
Never
been
an
advocate
for
the
savages
moving
keys
I
just
pray
to
god
then
establish
the
patterns
for
the
genius
Ouu,
try
my
hardest
not
to
speak
out
of
anguish
Before
rap
I
used
to
speak
with
my
hands,
no
sign
language
Minds
tainted,
boppers
gyrating,
had
my
eyes
straying
Time
waisting,
mostly
due
to
the
fact
I
ain't
mind
playing
In
the
devils
playground,
swear
me
and
my
dogs
would
give
em
hell
My
partners
were
on
point
with
that
rocket,
that′s
Sam
Cassell
Before
Trader
Joe's
they
was
making
dough
off
organic
sales
If
you
ever
hit
my
website
and
copped
a
shirt,
that′s
more
than
a
sale
I
swear,
for
every
penny
you
invested
I'm
gonna
show
every
bum
rapper
Rapping
what
purpose
look
like
perfected
Might
cop
my
mamma
the
Aston
for
laughing
at
the
vision
I
projected
Then
copped
Fat
a
two
seater
cause
she
was
the
only
I
was
left
with
Been
blessed
with,
that
boy
J
E
double,
yeah
he
move
in
silence
But
he
still
down
for
physical
violence,
thinking
spiritual
guidance
It′s
a
miracle
I
went
30
years
and
ain't
murked
nobody
My
face
been
blurry
with
tears
from
sealed
caskets
with
Hershey
bodies
Ain't′
no
kisses,
they
digging
ditches,
you
gonna
need
barbed
wire
To
guard
you
cause
they′ll
pull
up
and
scoop
you
like
a
car
ride
Or
for
a
wise[?]
up
in
your
typical
bear,
this
ain't
Yogi
Boo
Boo
Here′s
why
I
be
covered
in
cheese,
like
macaroni
noodles
Lowly
pupils
listen
you'll
catch
a
lesson
when
teacher′s
spitting
Someone
send
this
track
to
3 Stacks,
I
need
a
feature
with
him
Think
we
hitting
in
every
bar,
it's
a
forewarning
Test
me
and
I′ll
lean
in
your
grill,
like
George
Foreman
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