Testi Stay Strong - E.S.G., Lil C

Stay Strong

Man, on a normal occasion\nI’d tell you to roll something up\nPo some’ing up, but I ain’t feeling that way\nEverytime I turn around, another funeral\nAnother away man, how much can we take feel this\nI’m riding one deep with my gun, naw I ain’t having fun\nWondering how to break the news, to my partna lil' son\nHis daddy probably the saw the angels, death he couldn’t stop it\nBut God, why’d you have to take my dog Todd Prophet\nAlready lost Mello, now who gon be next\nThink I’m feeling safe fake ass rappers, having plex\nWho you playing with, don’t take your life for granted\nSo many good people, seem to be the victims on the planet\nCan’t understand it, now which religion talking noise\nThem Catholic priests, be touching on lil' boys\nCan’t trust your homeboys, you drop em off at home\nHe call his partna on the phone, they done broke in your home\nNow what’s wrong, said the Lord people dying too often\nWith no health or no insurance, can’t afford no coffin\nSo today no flossing, another wake at eight o’clock\nJam Master Jay wasn’t a gangsta, but he still got shot what’s up\nMy partna use to be a baller but\n(now he’s gone, ah-oooh)\nAnd all I can tell his son, is\n(try to hold on, ah-oooh)\nYeah she use to be a star, but\n(now she’s gone, ah-oooh)\nHey mama, they thought your son wouldn’t make it but\n(I stayed strong, ah-oooh)\nNow lil' Tamika up the street, wanted a baller real bad\nOnly 16, but already giving up the ass\nYou got cash you could smash, you don’t have to ask\nShe needed money for clothes, so she stayed skipping class\nCatch her flipping in a Jag, or flipping in the Lex\nLaughing at the nerdy chicks, who believed in safe sex\nShe had one baby, had twins then another\nNow didn’t slow at 18, all living with her mother\nSteady bouncing out of town, rent-a-cars with crack\nMissing her kids birthday, what kind of mother is that\nThe ass started getting flat, without using Metabolife\nWhole neighborhood wondering, if Tamika on the pipe\nStrip clubs late at night, with bags under her eyes\nHad the flu for three months, feeling like she bout to die\nBoyfriends disappeared, and so did the queen\nHIV in her bloodstream, girl died ay 19 damn\nNow Lord I know, I’m in the valley of death\nAnd can’t no man predict, how many days he got left\nUse to run the street, with some devilish ass demons\nHigh on dust not giving a fuck, smoking wet steady scheming\nHad to change my ways, and go another route\nNow I use the studio, to let my pain out\nNo more chasing dreams, gotta make it on my own\nCan’t be waiting on the next man, gotta get my hustle on\nNow in case you ain’t know this, playboy I’m focused\nOnly got one chance, no way in hell I can blow this\nTurn my last five dollas, into a quarter million\nBut money can’t change, the fucking pain that I’m feeling\nFrom Chris, Paul to Tremain, who else gon go\nThey even killed Romeo, from the Steve Harvey show\nSaid I’d be dead in a year, that was two years ago\nThank the Lord I’m still here, hope I live to see mo' let’s roll\nNow he’s gone-gone, (now he’s gone)\nBut I’ma hold on, (try to hold on)\nOooh she’s gone, (now she’s gone)\nBut I’ma stay strong, (I stayed strong)\nNow you gone-gone, (now he’s gone)\nBut I-but I-will hold on, (try to hold on)\nWhoooh mama gone, (now she’s gone)\nBut I will stay strong, (I stayed strong)\nOoooh my partna’s gone, (now he’s gone)\nI’ma hold on, (try to hold on)\nWhooooa mama’s gone-gone-gone, (now she’s gone)\nI will stay stroooong, (I stayed strong) whooooa