WHAT IT'S FOR - Tobe Nwigwe

Look

I was raised in the hood until my momma went to nursing school

And showed me what a little vision and work’ll do

My best friend auntie was a prostitute

Them cars would pull up, them visits was conjugal

She had been with all kind of dudes

Had my mind all kind of confused

Was just a Godiva colored minor trying to make it through

And atmosphere where the bohemians

Were so egregious and got appeasement

From using thesis, I didn’t agree with

Like we don’t leave.

Told me we stuck here boy

Like we all adhesive

If it’s beef, you keep your iron low like you anemic

If the energy ain’t cohesive, you pull and squeeze it

No peace, carry pieces

Stay on your toes like orthopedics

Watch who you be with

No gas, rose from the ash, like as a phoenix

Half my partners been thugging since they was just a fetus

Swear they known for shooting and stabbing

If you ain’t on in my hood, best you duck like you dabbing

My hood treat me like the boy from Akron

That’s why every single beat I need a fork and napkin

'Cause I swear it’s time to eat

This for my partners deceased, who ain’t never make it out the leaf

This for my mamma who put me in little league and couldn’t afford cleats

For little Mitch, running me over I swear that turned me into a beast

This for my sister, for my niece, this for Fat, this for Reeks

This for radio not showing love even though they obsolete

This for E, this for C, and all them Gs letting techs blow

I’m trying to have some stuff just for all my dogs like Petco

No Jos A Bank, but might keep a blazer on me like dress code

Matter fact, this for all the years I was stuck riding Metro

Couldn’t afford no petrol, now they swear I’m celestial

They never seen a flow so special from a young hoodlum that reps so

Hard for Southwest Alief Texas that’s where my heart is at

Forum Park gave me the how to survive the hood starter pack

Drank done made half the legends in my city have heart attacks

When I die bury me like Stonewall Jackson and Arthur Ashe

Right outside the Governor’s Mansion on Colorado Street

If you out here pitching and snitching, kinfolk you not a G

Never been an advocate for the savages moving keys

I just pray to god then establish the patterns for the genius

Ouu, try my hardest not to speak out of anguish

Before rap I used to speak with my hands, no sign language

Minds tainted, boppers gyrating, had my eyes straying

Time waisting, mostly due to the fact I ain’t mind playing

In the devils playground, swear me and my dogs would give em hell

My partners were on point with that rocket, that’s Sam Cassell

Before Trader Joe’s they was making dough off organic sales

If you ever hit my website and copped a shirt, that’s more than a sale

I swear, for every penny you invested

I’m gonna show every bum rapper rapping what purpose look like perfected

Might cop my mamma the Aston for laughing at the vision I projected

Then copped Fat a two seater cause she was the only I was left with

Been blessed with, that boy J E double, yeah he move in silence

But he still down for physical violence, thinking spiritual guidance

It’s a miracle I went 30 years and ain’t murked nobody

My face been blurry with tears from sealed caskets with Hershey bodies

Ain’t' no kisses, they digging ditches, you gonna need barbed wire

To guard you cause they’ll pull up and scoop you like a car ride

Far wiser than your typical bear, this ain’t Yogi Boo Boo

Here’s why I be covered in cheese, like macaroni noodles

Lowly pupils listen you’ll catch a lesson when teacher’s spitting

Someone send this track to 3 Stacks, I need a feature with him

Think we hitting in every bar, it’s a forewarning

Test me and I’ll lean in your grill, like George Foreman