Top Ramen N*gga - Horseshoe Gang

Too many rappers talking about they riches

But what about my niggas living in the trenches

I represent them men and women living in them ditches

We on a different mission, listen

I’m a Top Ramen Nigga Nigga N-Nigga Nigga, N-Nigga Nigga (ey-ah-ey)

Top Ramen Nigga Nigga N-Nigga Nigga, N-Nigga Nigga (ey-ah-ey)

Top Ramen Nigga (ey-ah-ey) Nigga (ey-ah-ey) (x2)

Top Ramen Nigga

My words are stray bullets, they hittin' close to home

My father came from a broken Trojan and broke

I came from a broken home

That’s why I’m broke and home-less

That’s why I broke into your home, shit

And stole shit, hopin' that God forgive us

Robbin' niggas for water cause I’m a Top Ramen Nigga

I don’t give a fuck if he got kids, I’m still finna rob this nigga

That’s me arguing with my conscience nigga

I got no time to give a fuck

Stick em up, yeah you thought it was only one Crooked

No utilities made each one of mama’s son’s crooked

Putting Top Ramen on the window sill and lettin' the sun cook it

That’s the shit that make a nigga become crooked

Asking God, «Why me, what did I do?»

Then I thought I heard God speak

Said «People die in the street every other week, so why not you?»

So I gotta do what I gotta do before I die too

I don’t think the world knows how badly I’ve needed a bucks

Or how often I’ve thought about jackin' a Brinks truck

And though poverty blows, not having a thing sucks

You might need some blow, not having your thing sucked

I’m talking about coke, not having a drink but

Pushing white work, green plus some of that green puff

Live a life without cash, you may be nuts

I’ll address the elephant, no one wanna work for peanuts

I know all about trynna get your flirt on

Talking to the fly chick, with the tight skirt on

She hop in her fly whip, then she got her skirt on

Though you saying the right shit, you got the wrong shirt on

Standing there like I wonder why she ain’t feelin' me

I toothbrushed my kicks to the best of my ability

It really seems almost as if life’s played you

Your only check’s the one reality gave you

When I was young, I never knew who the fuck my pops was

Only thing I knew, is where them cops was

On the lookout, cuz you know a nigga got drugs

Crack rocks in them stash spots, I know where that rock was

I learned I must stash crack before my mustache cracked

I saw bloodbaths, you’re listening to a thug’s flashbacks

Talkin' over bugs slash cats

Yeah we talking about pounds and codes, I got them fuckin' hashtags

Smugglin' coke, becoming a dope dealer

When your stomach is rumblin', what’s to become of a broke nigga

If you a dealer, then this might hit home

You get high off what I pitch, like a high pitched tone

Countin' dirty money, nigga call it paydirt

Got a cold style, call me chili flavor

Top Ramen Nigga, now I’m gettin' paper

Could have been a doctor, now I’m just a gangster

I scream fuck the world before I was old enough to get fuckin' erect

Clutchin' my set of balls fuckin' upset

Just a nukka coming up on them monthly government checks

But sometimes I wonder how often the government checks

The fuckin' effects of poverty growin' up in them 'jects

It’s rough when you stepped outside, might get a slug in the head

Comin' to check the mail is like playin' Russian Roulette

Niggas struggle so they hustle, fuck you expect

I never sold dope, I had too much fuckin' respect for them youngin’s

Who suffer from hunger because their mother is strung out on drugs

She’s fuckin' and suckin' just to cover her debt

But still these cops wanna put me under arrest

Yo the hood’s pipin' hot, we under direct

Sunlight, some might, say that we under the rest/ duress

Don’t like my hand I was dealt, but I trust the one who shuffled the deck

As long as I got air in the lungs in my chest

I’ll be a…

Shit just got real