N8tive Young - What's the Pri$e? Lyrics

Raised myself, didn't ask for no motherf*cking help
They finna diss you and come ask for your help
Dog-eat-dog world, can't wait on your motherf*cking fate
I rhyme words then I believe in my faith, like on Shiva
Live like Eazy, real-life story like Bruce Lee
On henny, do my drunken master like Jackie
Copying up, teaming up, I be not giving a f*ck
Smoking my og. This shit too easy for me lil' bitch
Blaze some kush, mellow the motion
It's funny how I'm in a funny generation
Improving, I'm striving, they starvin', they hatin'
Take my piece of mind then they live on pieces of mine, like what's the pri$e bitch?
Let's rewind to 2008, that year changed my city's fate
Pawns against the king, it was peasants' checkmate
"We won! Celebration!"
"We won! Celebration!"
Gave guns to our sons, people changed up like seasons
Life became cheap, riches made the slope too steep
Wasn't a part of the herd 'cause they always trip over what they overheard
There were two daughters and a son, I was a hustler
Turned their backs, I mastered all of the skills they lack
Now they asking for handouts
I felt like Ali in his bouts
Had to float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
That was no other then N8tive Young's daddy
Patience the virtue, we in it for the long run
We blazin', we sippin', having too much fun
We blazin', sippin', having too much fun
Having too much fun
I said patience the virtue, we in it for the long run
Raised myself, didn't ask for no motherf*cking help
They finna diss you and come ask for your help
Dog-eat-dog world, can't wait on your motherf*cking fate
I rhyme words then I believe in my faith, like on Shiva