Lyrics:
[Repeat: x4]
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
I'm at the time in my life when
Leave my food by the microwave, kiss the baby goodnight
It's my time to shine it's playtime tonight
I'ma try to stand my ground, know when I fall
I left
lifes...
Another mother's tears on the cheeks
Seems like another brotha got beated by these Eastside streets
He fell victim to a drive-by
And I find myself
Hey, yeah
We the same brothas from a long time ago
We was talkin' about television and
Doin' it on the radio what we did was to
Help our generation
the red white end blue
It seemed strange to me
was it strange to you?
Brotha's on the street
And everyone is scared a ya
So how could ten Africans
[Featuring Steady Mobb'n]
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before i die i hope i have a chance to make a change
4x
I'm
try and holla for the other brotha down a little furtha
But I got to go, I got somewhere to be
I gotta make another track to make by the end of the week
surrounded by game managers, I’m chief like mahomes, c great 4 the whole calendar, breeze by looking like a shooter from the Eastside, n got my buzz up like
[Featuring Steady Mobb'n]
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before i die i hope i have a chance to make a change
4x
I'm
Und das Bubba Kush in meinem
Swisher Sweet ist medical
Ich pay mit Hunnit Dolla Bills
Hunnit Hunnit Dolla Bills
Wenn ich etwas kaufe
Dann mit Hunnit
Two years in spent a lot of hours Refuse to be the man that has no power
My wellbeing is controlled by my life decisions
I followed my heart that was
Hey, yeah, we the same brothas from a long time ago
We was talkinÂ' about television and doinÂ' it on the radio
What we did was to help our
a brotha gotta tryda get a dolla from the sky
If u gotta dolla come and holla for the five
We can get live you ain't even gotta drive
Pull up in the whip
Crazy lil momma I'm finna black out
I don't give a fuck what they feeling I'm blowing racks now
Dolla game crazy lil momma I'm going up
I won't stop
Took my Ls got put on wit game
And I knew I had to hustle harder
Youngins and ogs slangin rock cuz it's da shit
Dat make u dollas
We taught 2 survive
thats the game
Been on some million dolla shit from the beginning [from the start]
Pocket's full of dirty money ridin' skinny's
Soon as ya boss up they
still
I'm just focused on building clientele
Waitin' for the day they free my brotha from the iron steel
Million dolla dude make million dolla deals
But I
phased
I say hey,
It's time to
Make plays
And take names
It's free game
I don't fold
I kill lames
With switchblades
I be cutting brothas off
Like when I'm
I write rhymes like I come from the windy city
With my crew, I click like simply, stand midi with reality
Casually, I walk through these war games
[Featuring Steady Mobb'n]
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before i die i hope i have a chance to make a change
4x
I'm
the bowl, the shit's outta control
Brothas on patrol
They checkin' what ya stole
The whole, world is, looking amazed
Smack you so hard you'll be laid up for
Hopin that we make front page of the paper
Extra extra, black brotha dead
Shot in the head by a cop named Fred
When you read the paper, you know
front page of the paper
Extra extra, black brotha dead
Shot in the head by a cop named Fred
When you read the paper, you know it's a damn lie
Talk about
[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Fuck these hoes, it's the re-do, you know how we do
Every Single Bitch y'all
From the Psycho Active album, by my nigga X
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