Lyrics: Adrian Rezza/Lucas Rezza/James Melendez
Music: Adrian Rezza/Lucas Rezza
Oh look what we’ve become
Look what we’ve become
Mama mama mama mama
Oh mama
Oh Uh Oh
Mmm
I realize I did it.
If the game of life was a lotto plenty times I hit it
Despite my critics I pivit & counteract all my issues
When you've seen what I've seen it dont matter what comes against you
Lord please this for the nights I cried
From all of those wrong decisions on those night outside
Lord please this for habits I cant break
but I'm trying to show you improvements on paths that I cant shake
My background is a mess, upbringing impecable
but I chose to live foul so its even more unacceptable
My life's correctable because the moves I made were respectable
Never caught out a play & retreated blood as neglectable
I gave pain knowledge plain but polished
cuz the morals given to us playing the games demolished
my ways astonished these other cats ways demonic
but you can pull up anything on me. My name is solid God
Look what we’ve become
The story of our life
And if the streets could talk
I know they’d surely cry
Look how far we’ve come
We rose from our demise
And if these shoes could talk
Oh the Stories they provide
You really want to know the meaning of no hope?
When your pops teaching you how to sell shit
If we ain't had no **** we sold soap
Because it was all about the get back
Pops took me shooting told me race for the kickback
& if you hit you'd best be gone before the impact
hit the poles kick the doors for the extract
you got to eat that, take it on the chin strap
I stand on mine. I ain't never been broke back
Pops was a functional to herion & smoked crack
Mom wasn't making much so I sold crack
It really wasn't for me though
Pops was a smoker
too much respect for the pheens though
I ain't want to be kingpin
Just a couple of c-notes
Balis look what weve become
Just living our lives though
Looks like we finally got it right bro
Look what we’ve become
The story of our life
And if the streets could talk
I know they’d surely cry
Look how far we’ve come
We rose from our demise
And if these shoes could talk
Oh the Stories they provide
Came along way from selling grams in the hallways
Ain't care what they say crime really do pay!
Thought I knew it all but I ain't know shit
You got 10 niggas around, how you get it?
Ain't no rules in the streets it don't make sense
you either dead or in jail that is not it
I'm on a mission to the money I will not quit
Look at us now we both got a show today
hustle & we motivate to show you theres a better way
hustle hustle hard everyday the Nipsey Hussle way
better get yours shit. I'm a get mines
Even when I close my eyes I still see dollar signs
2020 hitting different get what you invision
how you do that? make precise decisions
focus on your business more than ****ing all these cunts
I hope you hearing that
I'm stating all facts its a wrap
Look what we’ve become
The story of our life
And if the streets could talk
I know they’d surely cry
Look how far we’ve come
We rose from our demise
And if these shoes could talk
Oh the Stories they provide
Look what we've become
we use to stand on the corner with weed & guns
If we saw the cops then we would run
But I'm not a jogger
Some stories are not for bloggers
some men even lost their daughters
in this game of cops & robbers
You getting money?
We'll tell me who you impressing?
When you spending nights on the federal unit stressing
I spent some nights in the shoe when I first arrived
Shit I shed so many tears that it hurts to cry
Ask speedie he'll tell you if I was greedy
before I was lifting weights & started eating my wheaties
Look what we've become
Grown men & business owners
Though we thought it was impossible when the feds were on us
Things we were asking for are now things that were taking
bringing the cake in
cutting a slice, king in the making
they tell me aim for the stars but I'd rather shoot for the moon
& then I'm aiming at all my enemies BOOM BOOM BOOM!
Look what we’ve become
The story of our life
And if the streets could talk
I know they’d surely cry
Look how far we’ve come
We rose from our demise
And if these shoes could talk
Oh the Stories they provide