I'm a man. I gotta take care. Of my family. Fighting these precious. In my life. I know my mind should be. On shining. And getting grammis. But these streets. Won't say a goodbye. I can't say goodbye. To the blocks. Goodbye. To the hoodgoodbye. To the streets. (To my problems). I can't say goodbye. To the hood. Goodbye. To the blocks. Goodbye. To the streets. I can't say. Goodbye goodbye. To the blocks. Goodbye. To the streets. Goodbye. To the hood. I can't say goodbye. To the hood. Goodbye. To the blocks. Goodbye. To the homies. I guess it's tru. You can't take the hood. Out a homeboy plus. My hood just lost. Another homeboy. Another one got life. And we don't know. If he coming home boy. They in the street tell me. "Just leave it alone boy. Let them do them. Take care of your own boy". But I said back. Brake a bound. Before I was drome boy. You had dreams. Of being a dope boy. Yeah. I was runnin'. From the po po. Banging for the turth. Late night huntin'. Puttin' me in work. Good day comin'. Airbrush shirt. Pay day get the spot. Got my hair cut first. Made mom sick. When I wouldn't go. To church. Yeah. I live in the burbs. But I think 21st. I know since I left. That it's gotten much worse. But I'd still be there. If I couldn't write a verse. I'm a man. I gotta take care. Of my family. Fighting. These precious. In my life. I know. My mind should be. On shining. And getting grammis. But these streets. Won't say a goodbye. To the the blocks. That raise me. The enemies. And the homies. That made me. Tough enough. To hang on. The corners. That would moul me. Critics wonder. If I'm tryna be. The old me. But if the thing. The old me ever left. Then they. Don't really know me. And don't know. We don't change. We just become OG. You always addicted. To the life. You just don't OD. I owe the streets. Before they owe me. Took me in when. My Moma didn't want me. To wild to be a child. And cops. Not around now. All I got now. Is the homies. To teach me. How to be a man. In what not. How to brake ounces. In the grams. The reason. I'm so nice. With my hands. Shit. You think. I forgot man. I'm a man. I gotta take care. Of my family. Fighting these precious. In my life. I know my mind should be. On shining. And getting grammis. But these streets. Won't say a goodbye. Thank good every day. That the boy could spit. And all around the world. They enjoyin' my shit. I know. I got plenty. More wars to get. I got a beautiful wife. And some gorgeous kids. But it wouldn't be right. If I ignore the shit. They made me how I am. the music in the man. Told me that I can. For the world gave a damn. If it wasn't for my shit. They sayin' stick to the plan. Probably be a gun. Instead of a pen in my hand. Probably be doin' a dub. And the with my man. The say leaders streets. But they. Don't really understand. All I had was the block. When I didn't have fans. Wrapped on the corners. When I couldn't get spins. All I had was the homies. When I didn't have kids. If it all come down. And my carrer was to end. I'm sure my name. Would live. In the streets. Chorus:. I'm a man. I gotta take care. Of my family. Fighting these precious. In my life. I know my mind. Should be on shining. And getting grammys. But these streets. Won't say a goodbye. I just. Can't say goodbye. I can't say goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. I can't say goodbye. Goodbye. goodbye. I can't say goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. I can't say goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. You can take the man. Out the streets. But you can't take. The streets out the man