Lyrics:
stuck with these ni**as
Im way to different
(Omg Omg)
Cause me and these ni**as are nothing alike
You tell these b*tches whatever they like
I meet
collar you feel Gucci now
Tryna be the hero of my city without no superpower
Watch lil bro wen he got that bippy he a juvenile
If you live by it, you goin
a forbidden tree
On Tuesdays and Thursdays you won't find me
Chorus
Juvenile:
ATF be showin' they ass around my block
Feds get all the respect cuz they'll
Go and get it never wait for it
You really want it, better pray for it
Mama said they'll be better days boy
But I'm just trying to find my way Lord
I
got the rhyme, before I had nickels and dimes,
I knew that I was goin' somewhere
Would 'Pac be alive, if you let 'Pac drive?
Swear to God,
love up in my city make me wanna move out
All these niggas act like b*tches try To tell em cool out
Cause we can have a shootout
Oh you aint bring yo gat
way)
Cause I got nuttin to lose, suttin to prove, I'm screamin' EASTSIDE
(EASTSIDE!!!)
While I dump on you dudes (Dip-Set!)
And what we live by (yeah),
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
From the 3 to the 17, ey yo, we doin' it big
If you're ghetto you know who Wacko and Juvenile is
New
problem child
Problem ta the devil and his child meow
Any my daughter Psalm a child of God
Ooh and my wifey ga be by my side yea
Ima bring her out no need
Born to the jungle (Jungle)
Where the streets keep you humble (Humble)
You get raised by the struggle
Taught to go hustle (Hustle)
Don't flex
name to juvenile delinquency
And yeah you know that, he, was on the go
Seven days of the week, he kept his pockets full of dough
But he was headed for
you b*tches thought you made hits but you missed
Sitting there shopping n sh*t off of wish, call u the queen baby you wish
F*ckn wit me not by a inch
line
Run around with b*tches
Leaving all the witness
Thought I was gone stay and put up with all yo sh*t
Nah
You can go play family and be happy with
Bro gon make the play in morning, afternoon or night time
We be serving hats, hoodies, shirts with the right size
We be coming calm n collective, you
ones
And like set a Grammys up for the real ones like
How you forget about Boosie?
how you forget about B.G. and Soulja Slim?
Shit, how you forget
I know you watching the world telling God how tight we was
You might be gone but you ain't dead I feel your soul by my side
Asking me to check
(Lifted)
Right now you asking too much
To be high as God?
Let's do the rain dance just for fun (Fun)
Niggas giving me low blows but I wanna be on top
I take
hittin' that clutch
In the black truck, what? Fuck your back up
My dutch be filled with dust when I bust you definitely feel the rapture
Ayo, feel what
keep it real with my goods
Lac, hurry up back, I know a n**** wan' buy some crack
Smack a whole brick on that b**** when it come back
Stone, you play
Either you gon' hustle or you rob
Never had no hoop dreams, but I always wanted to ball
Ever since a jit I knew I was gon' be rich
Never thought it'd be
a body like smoothies
24/7 Imma get it, that's usually
Blue streak, so much paper I'm talking loose leaf
You be on the internet ranting talking loosely
Pouring up the drank
Getting lit, getting blowed
Getting rich, getting h*es
What these b*tches didn't know?
Is this really who i am?
Is this villian
Fresh out the county, shoes with no laces
Plastic bag carryin', no two paces
iPhone, belt by Gucci
Bands with loose change and some car keys
rich cause These b*tches
Awww
So if I give you this drank don’t waste it
And if you ain’t with the sh*t just say it
I need a boss b*tch that be really
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