Lyrical Breakdown of 40 Water - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

South Philly, North Side, Oakland, Texas, Georgia

Black people, uh

Worldwide

Na what I'm sayin'?

This is for my nigga

Dumb and blind

They say a record ain't nothin' if it's not touchin', grippin'

Draw you in close and make you wanna listen to it

And if you real ill at makin' music

The listna gonna feel like he living through it

That's how my nigga do it

I met slacks back in like ninety-one rappin'

We went to Millersville to get away from gun clappin'

It ain't last, I be in class dreaming 'bout

Fifty-thousand fans up in the stands

Screaming out

Encore, yo I'm heading back to Philly

Nigga you rollin' with me?

I'm tryna get busy

We walked dogs that was off the chain

Lotta times at the shows people hardly came

I just, took it in stride as a part of the game but inside

People down with me started to change

It was a couple thangs, little syrup, little pills

Instead of riding out on the road you'd rather chill

I know the way the pleasure feels, I'm not judgin'

But still I'm on a mission yo, I'm not buggin'

I got fam that can't stop druggin', they can't sleep

They can't stick to one subject they can't eat

It's people steady comin' at me out in the street

Like Riq yo what up with ya peeps, it gets deep, nigga

Yo, you need to walk straight masta ya high

Son, you missing out on what's passin' ya by

I done see these streets suck a lotta cats dry

But not you and I my nigga

We got to get

C'mon over, over, the water

C'mon over, over, the water

Yo, water

Yo, water

We done been through many meals a couple of deals

Shared clothes and wheels, killed mics and reels

We done rocked shows abroad and slept on floors

Trying to figure what the fuck we gettin' slept on for

Or what we walkin' with the weapon for

Weighted by the gravity law

You know it if you came up poor my nigga

Picture the bus up north

You know we made of everything outlaws are made of

I'm far from a hata

And I don't say I love you

'Cause the way I feel is greater

M-illa you a poet son, you a born creator

And this'll probably dawn on you later

It's in your nature

Lyrics all up on you walls like they made of paper

You gotta follow where the talent take ya

Ya might fuck around and finally make it and that's real but yo

Yo, you need to walk straight masta ya high

Son, you missing out on what's passin' ya by

I done see these streets suck a lotta cats dry

But not you and I my nigga

We got to get

C'mon over, over, the water

C'mon over, over, the water

Yo, water

Yo, water

Yo, I want ya all to understand I come from South Philly

And when I walk the streets it's like a pharmacy

They got all type-a shit anybody can get

It go from H to X to Loosie cigarettes

For my ghetto legend, known for little shiest runnin'

Cop Codine by the Quarts and keep comin', dumbin'

Just embracing the dope like it's a woman

Ya burning both sides of the rope and just pullin', tuggin'

In between Islam and straight thuggin'

Layin' everyday around the way and doin' nothin'

See 'em all shakin' their heads and start shruggin'

If they don't got a man like mine they gotta cousin

An yo, you better be a true friend to him

Before the shit put an end to him

Or give a pen to him

And lock him in the studio with a mic

'Cause on the real it might save his life

And keep tellin' him

Yo, you need to walk straight masta ya high

Son, you missing out on what's passin' ya by

I done see these streets suck a lotta cats dry

But not you and I my nigga

We got to get

C'mon over, over, the water

C'mon over, over, the water

Yo, water

Yo, water

Yo, you need to walk straight masta ya high

Son, you missing out on what's passin' ya by

I done see these streets suck a lotta cats dry

But not you and I my nigga

We got to get

C'mon over, over, the water

C'mon over, over, the water

Yo, water

Yo, water