M R. E. by Tone Diggler Lyrics

It's no wonder I could never leave

The hunger of having anything

And watching my niggas go under Everytime the summer leave

I toasting at the Marriott success is how I'm morn my peeps

I'm still selling Larry hop I guess I didn't learn a thing

Still let the dirty Harry pop I guess I couldn't turn my cheek

Got even against the odds still I hope God remembers me

Cuz I remember vividly what these streets did to me

What these n***** did to me what these b****** did to me

What the richest did to me
It turned me in what you see
Tired of chasing dreams until the police came to search and seize

Took everything I had left a Nigga on the streets

Now nigga back screaming money rules everything...