[Chorus - Kanye West] I walked in the crib, got two kids And my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!) So I had to did, what I had to did Cause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!) I'm up all night, getting my money right Until the blue and white (po po! po po! po po!) Now the money coming slow, but a least a nigga know Slow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!)
[Verse - Common] You love to hear the story, again and again About these young brothers, from the City of Wind Like juice and gin, in the city we blend Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims Y'all know the Sprewells and trucks that's detailed Heartless females that wanna ride in em Felt the southside venom in raw hides and denim Pimp minds collide wit em, a system that tries victims We living in, my man in the fast lane pivoting On the block white is selling like Eminem On the block it "Jump Off" like Kim and them On the block it's hot, you can feel it, in your skin and then Shorties get the game but no instructions to assembling Eyes bright, it seems like the fight is dimming them Call my man cuzo, like I'm kin to him He trying to stay straight, the streets is bending him
[Verse - Common] It's all good in the hood, like raps and gems
Throwbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims Whether on ball courts, attires of all sorts We never fall short, wit us it's our Force like And 1's Some waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is over for Cats is colder than four below, wit self I go toe to toe Wondering if it's for the art or for the doe Though I know to grow a nigga gotta learn to let go Though I know the doe I got to bring back to the ghetto Arrows on Terot cards pointing to the grind Po' livin in more prisons, pointing to my mind, shine the light up Clench my fists tight, holding the right up Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter Situations, and jobs get tighter My man trying to get his weight and height up, c'mon!
[Bridge - Kanye West] I - I know I could make it right If I could just swallow my pride But I can't run away or put my gun away You can't front on me I - no I can't let it ride No no not tonight See I can't run away or put my gun away You can't front on me
[Verse - Common] I break bread wit thieves and pastors, OG's and masters Emcees and actors that seize and capture Moments like the camcorder You ain't killin it, yo that's man-slaughter Though paper can't change a man's aura It can feed a man's daughter I stand for the blue collar, on the side making a few dollars Like Sam Jack they maneuver through drama like