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[Intro: Kollision]
D. Hill
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
You gotta stand on it
Get it

[Chorus: Kollision]
Man, you gotta stand on your principles
Come out the mud, sh*t was critical
Couldn't settle for less, I wanted plenty more
Reachin' for the top, I'm on my tippy-toes
Came out the slums, the motherf*ckin' gritty
I'm workin' hard, the sky is the limit
My n*ggas on yard, doin' fourth and ten
I had to lose before I can win
As a man, you gotta stand on your principles
Sippin' drank, poppin' pains, when I'm at my lows

[Verse 1: Nefew]
All this sh*t that I seen made me crazy
Used to wake out my sleep hearin' gun pops
Beat the two seventy-five, we was servin' J's
Used to stand over that stove 'til the sun dropped
Work ourselves some dope, that's every day
Back to back gettin' locked up, I couldn't bond out
Told my mama we gon' make it one day
Shawty used to sell dope, now he strung out
Look at this sh*t that the ghetto did
Ain't no love in these streets for a ghetto kid
Told shawty be safe 'fore I dapped him up
And the next day heard some n*gga clapped him up
Hell yeah, she got pregnant, she fed up
Why we don't care 'bout our black sisters?
I told shawty just to keep her head up
It was funny comin' from a crack dealer
My mama, she still smokin' cigarettes
She stressed out, worried' 'bout me
What the f*ck the world come to?
Crazy we stuck on that nicotine
On that carpet, I swear it get deep
Everybody sell dope 'cause it sells
Lil' shawty went to see the priest
'Cause he said God don't answer his prayers
[Chorus: Kollision]
As a man, you gotta stand on your principles
Come out the mud, sh*t was critical
Couldn't settle for less, I wanted plenty more
Reachin' for the top, I'm on my tippy-toes
Came out the slums, the motherf*ckin' gritty
I'm workin' hard, the sky is the limit
My n*ggas on yard, doin' fourth and ten
I had to lose before I can win
As a man, you gotta stand on your principles
Sippin' drank, poppin' pains, when I'm at my lows

[Verse 2: Kollision]
I gotta watch for them vultures, they greedy
I looked for help and they treated me needy
The floor was cold, used the stove just to heat it
Stand on ten toes, I grind, I got reasons
So I turned relentless
Cash bring a whole lot of envy (It does)
I throw on that strap for my enemies
'Cause what I been through ain't your business (It ain't)
I whip out, whatever environment
And I was taught never move out my feelings (Get it)
Holdin' all this pain in
Sippin' drank just to ease the tension
Tryin' my best to forget it
How the f*ck can I when I got a whole lot of weight on my shoulders?
Back on the wall, I go 'gainst it all and hold my composure
[Chorus: Kollision]
As a man, you gotta stand on your principles
Come out the mud, sh*t was critical
Couldn't settle for less, I wanted plenty more
Reachin' for the top, I'm on my tippy-toes
Came out the slums, the motherf*ckin' gritty
I'm workin' hard, the sky is the limit
My n*ggas on yard, doin' fourth and ten
I had to lose before I can win
As a man, you gotta stand on your principles
Sippin' drank, poppin' pains, when I'm at my lows
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