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Amber Simone

Amber Simone is a musical artist known for her soulful and powerful vocals. She blends elements of R&B, jazz, and electronic music to create a unique sound. Amber Simone has released several singles and has gained recognition for her captivating performances. She is praised for her emotive storytelling and her ability to connect with listeners through her music. more »

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Uh, uh, uh
(Jansport J)
They know 
It's a Eastside story, nigga
Young wild nigga
(I done seen it all and done it all, nigga)
Cold streets of Buffalo
Where it get grimey at
(Once you jump off the porch)
It get ugly at night
(Ain't no turning back, nigga)
Might not make it through the night
But tomorrow ain't promised, nigga, look (your choice)

As the blunt burns slow and the night get thin
We run the streets, I'm back at it again, uh (back at it, nigga)
I was lost down low, servin' addicts for ten
My momma stressed, hope I make it back in (stressin' like a motherfucka) 
I gave the streets all my love, made the pistol my friend 
Them ghetto roads turnin' boys into men (they know)
Sellin' five for a dub, give you three for the ten
Don't know the vibes, you wasn't hustlin' then (niggas wasn't outside)
I had 'em two for the five, we was really outside 
When cousin Dude'll sell you half of the ten, uh (half of the ten)
Seen it all through my eyes, then a nigga killed Pride 
And they gave my dawg life in the pen (gave my nigga life) 
This shit'll lead you all wrong, most my homies all gone 
Fell victim to the metal or they couldn't make bonds 
Got a nigga second guessin', I was just goin' strong (free the G's, nigga)
Heard my nigga got knocked, and I went and wrote a song 

First off the porch probably by the age of ten
Lord knows how many times I had to pack up then 
And every morning, gotta wake up, gotta try 
'Cause at the end of day it might just be that do or die 
So I gotta keep that, keep that pole on sight
Ready to go, I got my Ghost gripping tight
Shit be out of my control but it's my turn to go 
Lord, please, oh, God, take my soul if I don't make it home tonight (uh, uh, uh)

Life a bitch we all take for granted, it's time to take advantage 
Before she up and go and leave me stranded 
Risk it all had me steady gamblin'
Hunnid dollar grammin', sold a brick before they started scammin' (did that shit, nigga)
A early age I was pan-handlin' (you know)
You know hand to hand and (they know)
Then the police caught me red-handed
It was written, I know God planned it
Hustle out the bandit, a celebration when the coke landed
Close my eyes and say a hustla's prayer (say a prayer)
The judge wanna slay us (slay us)
My uncle Ted schooled me to them capers 
Couple M's the only thing could save us (the only thing, nigga)
Crackers wanna slave us, they call me nigga so I call 'em racist (f*ck 'em)
They fed us crumbs, you could barely taste it (taste that shit)
Out on the corner pasty (what), know in my hood niggas barely make it 
Dirty thoughts got my mind racing (mind racing)
I never had patience (never had that)
My heart cold, need a little maintenance 

First off the porch probably by the age of ten
Lord knows how many times it happened back up then 
And every morning, gotta wake up, gotta try 
'Cause at the end of day it might just be that do or die 
So I gotta keep that, keep that pole on sight
Ready to go, I got my Ghost gripping tight
Shit be out of my control but it's my turn to go 
Lord, please, oh, God, take my soul if I don't make it home tonight

Oh, no 
If I don't make it home tonight
Oh, God, take my soul if I don't make it home tonight 

I bow my head, nigga, I pray to God every night (I'm ready got my)
You know (Ghost gripping tight)
And you know I walk them cold streets of Buffalo, nigga
I keep my head held high 
With my gun on my side, nigga
You know, this for my niggas in them trenches, man
'Cause my niggas stuck on them back blocks, ain't got no other way
I know what you goin' through, nigga
I feel you, nigga, I feel your pain, nigga
Know this shit run deep, thousand miles and runnin', nigga
Ain't gon' never quit, nigga, you know 
You know, the trenches on my back 

First off the porch probably by the age of ten
Lord knows how many times I had to pack up then 
And every morning, gotta wake up, gotta try (gotta try)
'Cause at the end of day it might just be that do or die (gotta try)
So I gotta keep that, keep that pole on sight (pole on sight)
Ready to go, I got my Ghost gripping tight (grip tight)
Shit be out of my control but it's my turn to go 
Lord, please, oh, God, take my soul if I don't make it home tonight

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