Lyrics:
a gypsy-cab, takes me down from Harlem to the Brooklyn Bridge
Some will sleep tonight with a hunger far more than an empty fridge
I'm gonna make it by any
Wheezy outta here
Worth a couple hundred 'mill, no thousand
This bitch wanna fuck me, but I charge by the hour
My neck and my wrist in
Everything we do be blowing, better get on the ground
It ain't safe no more, it ain't safe no more (nigga)
He keeps it wicked by creating the sound
That
his body
Trying love for a hobby
You know gangsters come with kids
Teaching them wasn't his
EBT the corner store
He go fill up the fridge
Approached by
kid
We didn't have much, barely enough food up in the fridge
My uncle doing time, I doubt he'll ever meet his kid
It's such a shame, but who to blame
juices in my fridge (in my fridge)
I'm prayin' for repentance, all the things I did (things I did)
Now I got ashes on my jeans, in Givenchy
And I get
of the litter i'm lit by myself
Was lit by the fire ignited inside of the iris of my family members
When they'd reminisce
A hug and a kiss, back when cassette's
This is my life
This is my life
This is my life
This is my therapy
This gets me by
This gets me by
This gets me by
This is the remedy
How you doing
non-stop bottom line doing what we gotta do
To get some food in the fridge and stay out of the hospital
Back home there's people calling us hopeless
He beats the door and breaks his watch
Raids the fridge and eats the lot
No room for silence, pause of thought
To ease the hurt inside him
They
He beats the door and breaks his watch
Raids the fridge and eats the lot
No room for silence, pause of thought
To ease the hurt inside him
They
niggaz by the twenty
And shootin' by the fifty, ain't a damn thing funny
Matter fact, man I'm a do anything for the dough
N.Y.'s finest with llamas
them m's all in that bank
Griff Blake all in that paint, stack some bread come watch me pray
Pray that never die broke get them cases by the boat
Went
too lonely to sing, the devil cut off my wings
I've been hurt by my past but I feel the future
In my dreams and it lasts, I wake up, I'm not sure
I
transit
Trizz Nathaniel to you, can you handle my crew?
Bend over by the fridge and hand me your brew
This is how we do, that's just how you do
dream for the future?
Umm... I want to be a queen in a castle by the ocean
In times like this tend to feel alone
Dreams falling down outside my home
can't stop us
Tha ghetto got me stressing, I'm getting tired of tha same ol' grind
Got me praying for a blessing, I'm tired of watching everyday go by
Tha
they holler
Snatch his boosty ass up by the collar
Law enforcement agents got me and my dudes up under investigation we hot like jalapenos
Man, how
and call yo` bluff
Ignore a fool, that`s what they holler
Snatch his bootsy a** up by the collar
Law enforcement agents got me and my dudes up under
the hem of the night
Out on the roof over havoc streets
Where the sky is a blanket each sweet kiss
So melodramatic embroidered by shadows
By the fridge
Blinded by your smile
(Cause) I'm blinded by your smile
And I'm ready to give in
I surrender with my hands up
I woke up in a bad mood
In my fridge
be puttin it down
Everything we do be blowin, better get on the ground
It ain't safe no more, it ain't safe no more (n****)
He keeps it wicked by
We just wanna get high, get fly, get by.
Bullshit got me askin' why
Why brothers in the 'hood still dying? mother's still crying?
Dad's running out
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
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