Lyrics:
to nine to five
Got word that the streets was cold, so I took the road less traveled
In the hood your only fear be the black gown and the gavel
All down
me out my cell
When they crack th gate baby scoop me in a Benz
First day out I posted a pic on the Gram
Posted in my hood 20 bands on me
Hit
up
Shit I was looking for my father
No role model at home
Watching coach carter
Influenced by some og's
Who told me grind harder
That's when I found
Twenty sixteen I'll tell you what's good
I was outside I ain't playing by the book
Don't blame me if ya bitch get took
First time in it yea I had the bitch
securing the bag on his own
I'm wavy, no winter, we out by the coast
My mermaids come kiss me before I go ghost
Ounces in the trunk cause it ain't safe
the video
Chain was leased out
Models been sleaze out
Been with so many you dont who's kids in her mouth
Ouch
What do I know I ain't from Bronx or Chicago
I'm
hood on the map
Countdown it goes low down
Tinted windows on a hoodoo
Bitches go live open up thighs
No pillow talk that's what hoes do
Rollin by
about that
I'm too deep bro I can't go back
Yeah I used to sip the lean real heavy like a mango hat
I'm still good in the hood some can't go back I'm
up
Rollin by, lookin good, put it in reverse then back it up
What's the deal, lemme make it clear what you got rite here
They break mold, one
can't pass it up
Rollin by, lookin good
Put it in reverse then back it up
What's the deal, lemme make it clear
What you got rite here
They break
celebrate, love and hate made us elevate
Invest our money in the real estate, pop bottles by the case
Grab a model by the waist, put a smile upon her face
out for these snake i swear these nigga deceiveing
This shit deeper then the ocean im by myself in the deep end
But i aint never had a problem being
weights
In a jail cell
It's too many black kids with no role models
Let's lead by example and not by the bottle
We got to put a end to the black cycle
I
Adderall's coming by the truckload
Everywhere I go, you know I'm in Rob mode
Always gettin' money, I'm chasing a bankroll
Cascade, SWATS, we was ridin' with
this steam
Might send a nigga to ICU so he can see what I mean
Real reckless, I'm that dog in the hood off the leash
No checklist, But everybody still
in blue throw on they flashing lights
By now I'm dead weight, i can't keep my head straight
I stop the car, but nobody a approaches, this the end
Born in ruckus attitude shity fuck the comity
Going hard for my nigga judge gave him a century
Never gave a fuck about life suicidal at one three
fade them my loui goggles (Loui goggles)
Somewhere chilling in the back with a couple goofy models
Shining like a nigga who done hit the lotto
Getting
models in the room
Shooting these videos better stay tuned
Blow Tima got it on lock
Keep it running like a pair of Reeboks
200 a pair them double g socks
to niggas
All I had was dope on me and was riding round wit killas
Not an ounce of hope on me in that cage wit dem gorillas
Mom and dad was y'all role models
of getting her out the hood
And all because of her, I don't do yawl like I should
I was raised in them streets, but turned out blessed
No product of my
Five hundred dollar bill teach 'em 'bout Monopoly
Mansion wit the bed in it models lay on top of me
Niggaz tried droppin' me them slugs bounced off
fuck a tape, we should sell this shit in bottles
(Are you a role model?)
Not, CaTash'll steal yo' beatbox
I drink cuss and smoke and sock niggas with
the trends that the whole world follow
Fuck a CD, fuck a tape, we should sell this shit in bottles
Are you a role model?
Not, ca tash'll steal yo' beat box
I
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