Sangtekster:
Progress The Real You

yeah, Trey, I fuckin' feel you They be starin' at the money like it's unfamiliar I get it, I live it, to me there's nothings realer Just enough to solve

, so logically, I prey on my foes Hustling's still inside of me, and as far as progress You'd be hard-pressed, to find another rapper hot as me I gave you

race and here comes the next rhyme You shoulda thought, before you stepped into The center square, now I'm gonna bend you You shoulda broke out, right after when you

't judge you for knocking Because the spirit of the ghetto says "You Gotta!" They snatch you again from rock flippin' Give back into the neighborhood, you

I don't want you to go I love you so More than you will ever know Lately I only made you cry But don't you say good bye Won't you give me one more try

hangle with weights found in the lake I'm off the chain my man you tied to the gate First you caught a case, second you caught a fates Third you caught

need to feel real special too {You see you can't run away from your pain Because where ever you run there you will be You have to learn to water your spiritual garden Then you

brings fear and stresses as the year progresses You're gonna turn a lot of them down, you're gonna feel rejection You're gonna tell a lot of lies and you

after that be one Now can it be that you hot lord? You did some shit on the block that the cops tryin to lock you for? Can't believe you blowin' the