Made a couple laps, he made some stacks
He brought it back put that city on the map
(Where you been?) Trying to maintain rocking different hats in the game
Switching lanes but you know I never changed
So the people know I never let them hang
If I ain’t done done it all, best believe I’ve done a little bit of everything
He caught up in the game. She works for minor wage
For every hustle different struggles I can feel your pain
The bills got behind? I know your storyline
It’s written on your face I read it in the worry lines
But don’t you worry girl I promise next time
Your eyes are blurry it’ll be from tears of joy and I ain’t lying
Once upon a time we had the right design
Thriving never just surviving, now we’re out here grinding
Only getting by but no more waiting for a sign
Point your finger to the sky we’re gonna remind them
Come on with me

Hook
Ain’t no stopping we don’t need to stay
So step it up come on with me I’m gonna lead the way
And pick up everything we need today
And if my folks go astray we’re gonna take them off the block
And we’re going one way to the top
No no no, can’t stop now

They say we’re half dead, we’re half in prison
We’re barely scrimping happy ghetto half living?
(Hell no) That’s what I figured so I only half listen
We were only have nots who never had enough attention
Probably had it rough, maybe had some breaks miss them
Now we’ve had enough so we’re having intervention
The eyes that were closed up for years about to open up wide
Minds strong from the time they’ve been ignoring us
Concrete dry no more funerals for us
With that liquor pouring down no that’s champagne pour it up
Because it’s a celebration you know what we’re celebrating
Buddy’s back from his incarceration but he’s staying now
He’s got incentive because his daughter’s about to make it out
She’s graduating magna cum laude and you wonder how?
Because she’s resilient, one day she’ll have some children
With that same ghetto blood, but that ain’t where they’ll be living
Come on with me

Hook

Coming up the way we do
Bad news and the same hood blues
It ain’t the life we choose
We had one foot in you never walked in our shoes
So you couldn’t understand or really ever know
That flowers make it through the concrete but only when the cracks show
And I recall a young rose about to grow
People figured he was special they could see the way his soul glowed
Coming up listening to war stories in the hood he absorbed them
Believing there was more for him
And when he could he used to close both eyes
And his mind would color outside the neighborhood lines
He saw the picture then so it was no surprise
The day arrived for him to leave he said his last goodbye
They told him always keep the street beneath your feet
But the people make the hood, take them with you when you leave
Come on with me.