Jiggs - Southside's Hope

I feel like a vet uhh, like vick on the jets uhh
Like fuck a patek, I just want my respect uhh
We rising through echelons
I knew to put less in a check
And put more emphasis on for what niggas risking they neck
See my mind and the booth is the tools I use to abuse
I've dissected the best
Niggas be translucent
Pops schooled me on how these dudes a do
Test ya patience, til they testing patients, attending funerals
Investigating, only thing left waiting is a cubicle
Bunk mate, four by four, twenty years for doing you
Ain't in the stars for me, my momma starved for me
I gotta supply her with all she need, until Allah with me
She sacrificed it all for me, awfully blessed but shit was hard me
Through good or bad, knew i had to reciprocate it properly
So we on it, and every track you see say jiggs I ski on it
Done made a nightmare for niggas who sleep on it
Them dreams of being rich be feeling sweet don't it
Treat a slimmy like a hemi
Take a thin broad and throw some D's on it
From where the rich boys be selling that, from jail and back,
Ain't smelling that?
Yo melon cracked is all they know
Stack that doe
And baby mom keep yelling that he worthless
And he know it so he dwell in that
But that child there so, he can't let go
I seen my momma stand in the rain
And never complain from the strains
We just found peace though, defeat seemed close
Aint wanna be a felon
Past eleven knew I was destined to be the essence
Of this concrete flow, Southside's Hope
Gotta let you have it cuz I ain't average
Deep down a savage
When we pull up, jeep full of string pullers
Like Lenny Kravitz
It would be a travesty if I was the last of me
Shorties they laughed at me but now they be after me
And niggas is ass to me, but be asking me for tracks
But actually if they listened to half of me
Could be what they had to be
And not what they think is cool, it's sad to see
A art form leave niggas broke and mothers heart torn
Potential down the drain
Forgive me for sounding strange
My range range from plain janes
To niggas who wear the same thang
From the third left row in a chapel
Back down to death row
From shorties that only seen a gun empty over playstation
To niggas who shoot til' the spring break
Send you on vacation
Lane vacant? pay aching? stay patient
What don't break a nigga can only make greatness
Get to faking when you pay chasing
Simply just one of one
None before me and none to come
It was written, that's destiny, what's done is done
From where the rich boys be selling that, from jail and back,
Ain't smelling that?
Yo melon cracked is all they know
Stack that doe
And baby mom keep yelling that he worthless
And he know it so he dwell in that
But that child there so, he can't let go
I seen my momma stand in the rain
And never complain from the strains
We just found peace though, defeat seemed close
Aint wanna be a felon
Past eleven knew I was destined to be the essence
Of this concrete flow, Southside's Hope
Let's Hoop

Written by:
Ja'Hauri Smith

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