Lyrics:
I was born and raised in the ghetto
I was born and raised in the ghetto
I was born and raised in the ghetto
Listen to me
Far killed project 18
toes
Them youngins chasing rank they gotta live by a code
Yeah I made it out the hood but still can get in that mode
Fuck niggas tried kill me back
bottles on me
I'm down for a bag then you know what's up
Moving with that lean in the double cup
Vip champagne bubble up
Need comma's on the check then I
inspired by the corner kind
Foreign ride, tints on thirty-five, trap door inside
For the stick, '95's for the kicks
Neon green, I had 'em too but was
yea
Wrist is fully frozen lil baby hit dat green
Right
Me n Kris be livin easy
Sprite
in the cup with da lean yea
All night
Livin' fully this my dream
to feed the fam' make sure that eat or they fine
I ain't too fine where I'm at but I know I'll be fine by time
It's the thug life that we pick up straight
Feed me scriptions, put the chronic in my lungs
Been a smoker since a rapper, I can feel it on my tongue
And I need fuel to keep me faded, since I'm
Bottles, bottles, pour it all
Please pour these bottles, bottles for our heavy hearts
Our heavy hearts
My love runs so deep, sit here and pray
it seems, all about the money an the cream, pay up
Life’s just not as it seems
So I spent all my money on green, light up
Get high to get by
I guess
I use to feed myself with Reese's just to feed my hunger
I top it off with an ice cold bottle of sprite
Now I'm in desperate need of a dentist tonight
money's light green and my Jordans light grey
And they love to see white now how much you tryna pay
Lets go!
Today was a good day hope I have me
Pull up with the bands I dance away.
[Chorus]
Money, money coming in, bank teller call me by first name eh
I ain't famous but the green got me fame eh,
PASS THE BOTTLE DADDY
written by: Darrin Otto
©Darrin Otto
Just a little boy, don't know right from wrong
I don't expect to find the answers,
Them racks
Ya gotta go get that bag
Especially with them lil kids to feed
Get the cream
I'm talkin green natural remedies
Accessories I'm past that
So many times that my memories are worn.
[Chorus]
And, "Daddy, won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County?
Down by the Green River where Paradise
Word gets around
What do you need from me
Why put me in position to fail you past exceedingly
Taking time out of my schedule to feed all of your ego
you came with I know it wasn't me
Just stop all that talkin and
Pour up that bottle
Roll up that zip
Pour up that bottle
Roll up that zip
Pour up that
the scenes that I've always dreamed of
Rather make a hundred bands off of contraband just to feed my family
Might be the death of me, I'll die in peace
You
Yeah Profit Gang till the death
You know that we'll get through it this will pass too
Seen bullets flyin drive by shooters tryina pass through
From
to the studio cuz beats are honey
Need a record in my tummy cuz yeah I'm hungry
So feed me instrumentals cuz I'm mental
Lyrically put you down like John Wick
When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now,
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine?
If I'd been
serving bottles in the club out in Atlanta
Tell me why you love me baby never got no answer
Tell me why you love me baby never got no answer
She said I'm
I don't wanna be alone
So I cope by pretending that I'm happy
I know it's not easy as it seems
Half a bottle and these tears are filling me
I don't
Yeah i just do it for me
I gotta get it and that's by any means
Yeah i just do it for me
I got a family to feed
I got a family that's depending on me
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