Sand-G - The Story Lyrics

This how da story starts off young boy watchin
All da niggaz gettin money on da corner clockin
Father biddin momma fiendin he up for adoption
Sneakers too small, holey pants, lint in his pockets
To make ends meet, he doin dishes & moppin
A job a way to get money but he see other options
He ain't a genious, a tall baller or good at boxin
He know da block, he just waitin on da perfect timin
Yeah
Him & his crew they out all night
Fiends still comin thru for that hard white
Got him thinkin of a plan on how to get right
And he got heart he never ran from a fist fight
He like f*ck it steal a stash make a quick dash
Yeah he know it won't last but it's quick cash
He turned that shit into a sport until he got caught
Da nigga took him in da building, lit a Newport
And told him that he been watchin him for a long time
Walked him upstairs, knocked on da door, 4 times
Shorty nervous but he ain't scared,down for whateva
Da locks unlock, door open he see da cheddar
All on da table getting counted & sorted in stacks
He sat him down on da dirty couch & threw him a pack
Like this how much you gon make, just bring me this back
He opened up da pack, a hundred dimes of crack
A smile appears on his face he see dollar signs
No more getting picked on, no more hard times
They start to teach him a lil game on how to grind
Live for today, but always plan for down da line
No matter what, don't tell, take it on da chin
Da air gon always be thick wit hate, da love thin
And if you lookin for loyalty, just look within
Cause in da end, when you're down you aint gon have a friend
And money talk & bullshit & beef come
We all liable to slip you gotta keep you a gun
And just because you drinkin don't mean you gotta get drunk
And f*ckin up a nigga money get you found in da trunk
Shorty hit da block hard then he bought a tool
He don't consider himself a fool but no longer in school
He put a couple niggaz on lik 2 of em goons
They started off in March now it's the middle of June, yeah
Its summertime he shinin on them hoes
A couple weeks ago they was laughin at his clothes
His motto is if he eat he gotta feed da bro's
And for da foes he got a 4-4 long nose
Money comin, bitches f*ckin, niggaz lurking
His grass low for squealin rats, slitherin serpents
Them niggaz from across the streets they pockets is hurtin
Cause shorty ain't out here for nothin he grindin wit purpose
They start schemin, plottin on him to get him robbed
Like where he live at? what bitch he f*ckin? what car he drive?
He feel da tension he know it's comin he so aware
So it's whateva he don't want da beef but neva scared
Now he coppin choppers for da whole crew
Started small now he supplyin da whole crew
Da older niggaz that was on da block got locked
The FEDs rounded all them niggaz up in one whop
His man sister was f*ckin a big time connect
He took a likin to shorty da 1st time they met
Young'n gave him 20 racks told him double that
That was everything he had but it bubbled back
He lik to smoke,he pop pills, he sip lean
He like to f*ck 2 bitches at a time, that's his thing
It's late night & he at da telly wit 2 Ricans
He highed up all out his mind & wasn't thinkin
One bitch was sittin on his face while da other one ridin
A nigga from across da street in da closet he hidin
He slide out, undetected all black wit a mask
Two pistols on him aimed at da bitches he cock & blast
Them bitches thought they was getting paid for doin a service
Got young'n layin there blood on him naked & nervous
Da masked man grab his clothes & check in his pockets
He took da cash even da change & kept his wallet
Shorty got da strap under da pillow where he lay
He aint ready to die he wanna see another day
So he told him his jewelry in da drawer next da bed
Da nigga peaked & shorty let da clip off in his head