Yeah, ayo this is going out
To all my peeps locked down
Charlie Rock, L.D
All my peeps who passed away
Yeah (Rest in peace)
I remember when we used to chill on the hill
When Forrest Projects used to be Godsville
Brothers was wildin', others was cool
Some hit the island, some smoked 'Woods
Me, I chose a life of crime since day one
Thirteen years old, already trying to cop a gun
I never understood why my pops would beat me
No matter what I did, yo, he still mistreat me
That's why I never listened to a thing he said
And I wasn't just mad when I used to wish him dead
Instead, me and Ma Dukes kept tight
Promised her one day everything would be alright
Fourteen years old, cutting math classes
Puffing on a bone, breaking car glasses
Nothing but dreams of cream on my mind
Shook motherfuckers on the block dropping dimes
Everybody knew Joey Crack represented
And if I told you that I'll take your life, ayo, I meant it
That's the way it goes when you deal with the real
Fake jacks, and get your cap peeled
Hey Joey
Let's just get this money
Brothers just be wildin', yeah
Hey Joey
You can't trust nobody
Brothers living trifling
Yeah, mama never said life would be so hard
Sometimes I find myself alone just praying to God
Hoping that today won't be the last
I mean, just the other day this kid I knew got blast (Say word)
Word, it wasn't over no cash
It was over some broad who liked to auction off the ass
He was a cool kid, although he lost the bid
If he was a real nigga, then he wouldn't have got did
Life's trife, and then you die
Nobody dies of old age, but in the hands of another guy
That's why I keeps an alibi
Giuliani wants to see a brother fry
So I maintain to keep my mind peace-focused
Keep the gat near in case a nigga wanna smoke this
Times are difficult on the streets of New York
It's kinda hard trying to hold fort and not get caught
Blue eyes is on my back with intentions of arresting me
But they won't get the best of me, 'cause riches are my destiny
Hey Joey
Let's just get this money
Brothers just be wildin', yeah
Hey Joey
You can't trust nobody
Brothers living trifling
No one expected me to blow like this
What was once hand-me-downs is now the best of Antonovich
Yukon jeeps, creeping through the streets
Catching the eye of every big booty cheek freak
Dayton rims so shiny, you can see your reflection
Cream plush interior, under the seat the heat for protection
Mama look at me now
Got a house in Long Isle for my spouse and my child
D.L. condos for first impression hoes
No more holes in my Girbaud, strictly tailor-made clothes
Airwaves blasting my latest single
All up in the Mecca Club making lucci while I mingle
Jingle jew-els in the face of past enemies
Eat your heart out, son, you never was a friend of me
Hey Joey
Let's just get this money
Brothers just be wildin', yeah
Hey Joey
You can't trust nobody
Brothers living trifling
Joey keeps it real, though
My papi keeps it real
Big Joe, South Bronx
Represent
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