THIS SONG IS ABOUT A NIGGA ALWAYS TRYING TO KEEP YOU DOWN. YOU KNOW YOU GOT TO
TOUCH THAT
Verse 1
We made something from nothing
And vowed to never tear it apart
We turned the street hustle into an art
That would quickly change life forever for us
No more riding bikes or catching the bus
We on the roll up, money to fold up
With cognac and cooked yola
Got the neighborhood about to blow up, but hold up
I see this van sittin