I Aint Goin
Dave East, Trouble
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Goin' back to being broke I had roaches in my crib Sticks and seeds all in my smoke (God bless) Holiday season I ain't goin' back to being broke (not me, not me) I ain't goin' back to being broke (not me, not me) I ain't goin' back to being broke I had roaches in my crib, sticks and c's all in my smoke I had niggas jealous of me 'fore I ever had to gloat Eviction notice on the door, my bed was on the floor Oh lord, I ain't going back to being broke Wake up, going trap was all we know Make a couple racks, go get some more Break it down and vacuum seal the smoke Woke up, snatched my pistol out the couch Niggas just robbed the connect Get your shit, we gotta bounce We was almost grabbing P's We was gettin' it by the ounce So, I took a trip down south We put up enough to get a house Shit got hot and we got out Back up top, I need a block Pooch could cook, just need a pot You say you got work, I don't need it now I'm in a drop and I'm speedin' (skrt) Talking police, I don't see them now I got the Glock for no reason (no reason) It's hard to tell who be scheming now I ain't going back to selling smoke Going back to selling pills Loaded weapon in my coat Now I'm somewhere in the Hills Private jet, Givenchy clothes Need some Fronto, I could roll Shit, I'm counting, got me cold (ice cold) I ain't goin' back to being broke I had roaches in my crib, sticks and c's all in my smoke I had niggas jealous of me 'fore I ever had to gloat Eviction notice on the door, my bed was on the floor Oh lord, I ain't going back to being broke Wake up, going trap was all we know Make a couple racks, (Holiday Season) go get some more Break it down and vacuum seal the smoke Ayy, I bought them in the back, and posted slums is where I come from Rats and roaches, Henny toasting ease the pain to keep calm I picked up the pistol before I ever seen a pack Turned up by the streets then I went turned out the snakes How deep is that, I'ma tell ya Pop was always in and out, same way as my trap, yeah Doors swinging, niggas banging, that .40 still on my lap, don't need your hoe Put family first and be about your paper Never thought you'd see my Bloods united, thuggin' with all these neighbors We're talking Crips, real drip Whenever you see Scoob, I'm talking never Will I ever go back back, what I'm used to, I was so broke Roam at home, I had shit by my lonely on it If I was born in slave days, they had to store me, I'm so rebellious F*ck niggas jealous, they always have been, I'ma tell you My nigga, I'm telling you I don't f*ck with has-beens, I save ya Young nigga save ya Anything we have been, when beef, I bring all the flame I guess I'm trapping no failure I will not save ya, you can ask my past friend, I'm ridin' On buns off bih, John Gotti henchmen I was slipping, I was falling but a nigga got the f*ck up Thank you God for my hard times and God it's all love Lord, I ain't goin' back to being broke I ain't goin' back to being broke Lord, I ain't goin' back to being broke I ain't goin' back to being broke Love, I swear to God this shit don't get old Go get them bags, nigga
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