Ain't For Everybody

Mail box full of bills

My partners in the cell locked with no appeal

Mind gone from the dro and pills

Grinding up on 150 in 2012 with no deal

Threw half a hundred on four wheels

Three times over like im trying to show the ville

Like I got a point to prove

Might catch me in lolo still

With a stash spot you could put a brick like O'Neal

Play that block niggas shooting close range

Fuck you mean no hoop dream we stuck in the dope game

Codeine, lortab, cocaine, OC's, percocets, mdma for the pain

Xanax, crystal meth, heroin anything for the change

Just like money making Mitch the hustlers in our veins

When money make you snitch they need to get out the game

Shouldn't nothing make you snitch you need to get out the game

Quit cold turkey

Man this shit ain't for everybody

I swear everything ain't for everybody

She don't care about you, she just want some red bottoms

Thought it was your partner till the feds caught him

This shit ain't for everybody

Na everything ain't for everybody

She don't care about you, she just want some red bottoms (red bottoms)

Thought it was your partner till the feds got him

The other day I walked in the bank with my pistol on me, bad habits

And I probably would've robbed them if it was an automatic

Thought about it, like man you too hot, and I started laughing

You know I wear the gun like my seat belt when I'm in traffic, strapped

I ain't bragging, I ain't just rapping, I quit drinking if I ain't celebrating

I'm focused and active, I'm just investing my all

Who knows whats going to happen

Just trying not to get trapped in trapping

That steal on my lap ya, I'm out here grinding for the stacks man

Fuck a pack I book myself and get back off the back end

Ya this the renaissance of that G shit peep this

Realist shit I've ever done was staying free shit

Plant seeds when I was giving away that free shit

Eighty twenty split ya guess you see tree bitch

I'm from the streets so it's always going to be street shit

But this is just my exit strategy we all need to quit

Ya this real street shit ain't for everybody

Everybody was his partner till the feds got him

I know some boys in the hood that'll head shot him

Just to say you want to see a dead body?

A couple of my partners overseas oughta be in the league

A few more overseas fighting the war for the powers that be

No, I don't believe this how we dreamed it

But at least they see its more than life than these streets

Might as well spread your wings and fly free

If I knew what I know now I'd been Ivy League

Or play ball somewhere small and dribbled up on a degree or three

Might have even got a PHD I ain't tripping

Trip ain't Lito but together we

Already damn near completed that step brothers 3

I'm just planning my work and working my plan

Cause whats ahead of me

Got me looking forward to never looking back, a better me

LITO

Cold Turkey

Shit ain't for everybody

Na everything ain't for everybody