Bad Influence

You mean to tell me, instead of doing what you gotta do
And risking your freedom and get this money
You rather sit around broke all day?
That’s what you saying, nigga?
And, you mean to tell me, instead of carrying a gat
To protect your motherfuckin' life, you rather let a nigga kill you?
Well, let me tell you something nigga, you’re in the way!
Now, I know you gotta job, nigga but fuck that 9−5
Shit just a waste a time, you could be out here on your grind
You should be out here in the trap 24/7 clockin
Instead of broke and in the way with no money in your pocket
You see them dope boys on the corner wearing designer
Pulling up in Audi’s, how the fuck you think they got them?
You can’t stay broke so you don’t go no other option
To get up, grab you some work and get it poppin'
Scared money don’t make none if you don’t know so
It might be slow first but slow dough better than no dough
Fuck the popo, you need to worry bout these hoes bro
They out here fuckin'
But, you ain’t hittin' nothin' if you’re broke bro
Grab a go phone, hit the trap, find a coke flow
Keep some dope close, that’s «Plan B» if the coke slow
No matter rain or slow bro, days off, that’s a no no
Just keep goin' hard, stack it all, watch your dough grow
I rather trap and jeopardize my freedom
Than be out here and fucked up in the way
I see it happen everyday, I don’t know a better way
And, I rather stay strapped in case I gotta push a nigga’s shit back
Than to let that nigga take my life away
I see it happen everyday, I don’t know a better way
So, I’m out here everyday
How you from the streets and don’t carry heat?
You out of pocket, they throwin' bullets, not jabs no days
Nobody boxin' and, why respect peace if you can resort to violence?
Real niggas rather get caught with it than without it
It don’t matter if it’s clean or dirty, you better cop it
And, if you ever gotta pull it out, you better pop it
You know dead men can’t talk, you better rock em
The po try to blitz you, turn around and give the cop some
Everybody gotta gun, don’t be the only one without one
You ain’t built for the streets, that’s why the fuck they made sidewalks
Try and play it cool, you’ll fuck around catch a hot one
Cuz, in the hood, shoot or be shot is the only outcome
Bottom line, if you ain’t gotta Gat, you in the way
Cuz, life ain’t promised, you can die anyday
Especially where we live, niggas' gettin' clapped everyday
So, you ain’t really gotta choice but to be strapped everyday
I rather trap and jeopardize my freedom
Than be out here and fucked up in the way
I see it happen everyday, I don’t know a better way
And, I rather stay strapped in case I gotta push a nigga’s shit back
Than to let that nigga take my life away
I see it happen everyday, I don’t know a better way
So, I’m out here everyday