Lyrics:
been through a lot of shit
But I made it through, I smoke a blunt and did not cry cause momma ain't raise no bitch
Lived in the streets, lil homie I
and toss-ed me in it
Cats tried to rob me, the crowd was rowdy
But one thing's for sure
So So Def know how to party
All night long ('Til when?)
'Til the early
They're comin' across the border by the thousands everyday
Lookin' for a better life in the good ol' U.S.A.
Well, everybody's talkin' about
Yeah I'm the motherfucking dope man
Came up off a coke and the blow grams
All these ho niggas do a lotta role playing
But let's get back
floor, three room apartment
Where everything in it's paid by the state, but there's never enough
While down on the street, wind blows the trash 'cross
clive midnight
Deuce in my sprite
Smoking the best
Buds hella ripe
We going up
Reaching new Heights
Back on da road
Catchin moe flights
Lit
we grind from the bottom
Just to make it to the bottom, sold crack in the alleyways
Still gave back Marcy 'A Dollar Day'
Real gangstas make hood
you at the bleachers
Lil bitch tell me not to cheat but she is not a teacher
Man this beat too hard think I'm finna break a speaker
Bitch I cheated
places
Pop pills, drink liquor by the cases
Get high, make a woman get low
In the strip club looking for familiar faces
People know me on a first name
Big bank take lil bank
Ridin through the streets where ain't shit safe
I be in the stu, that's my getaway
All these bitches love us, but these niggas
slapped
Switching these lanes feel like a slave like back in the day now they know the name let's start in main let's get the fame shit like a game watch
the day that bitch had took my kids
Ain't no drive by, walked him down and split his wig
When you stuck off in the bottom, you don't got no help
The streets
shadows run from light
Holdin' dreams in dead of night
Cries of freedom lost on streets
Back alley dreams we repeat
Broken bottles shattered
Pride
her shawty hop in that Rover
Bout to turn it back over
Bring yo body a lil closer
Shawty it ain't over
I told her I'm on fire
And she was like I know
paper bag I ain't feeling fucked up
My woman got my back so I ain't stressed out
Side looking in, you can say I'm blessed huh
Career still intact got my
holding
Nobody taught us we all men
I was raised by a woman
So my emotions is all in
I got my dad stressed, I'm taking it all in
Lil B
Ima put one in
place go back to yours
Our lips first touch outside your doors
The whole night what we've got in store
Whisper in my ear that you want some more
And I
ain't have that pack whenever niggas tried to rob the g
I went double back I had to spin all on the rivalries
If they tried to kill me guarantee they
case we got robbed
I heard that u got a lil paranoid since u got shot
They let u live, now it’s hard to walk
And it’s hard to talk, when u try to make
a man, I asked you where the business at, Im fuckin with Lil Uzi tryna go were Philly at
Might touch her in the dark, I think that that's a silhouette,
Young man, there's no need to feel down
I said, young man, pick yourself off the ground
I said, young man, 'cause you're in a new town
There's no
Wait right here (wait right here)
I'll be back in the mornin' (mornin')
I know that I'm not that important to you
But to me, girl, you're so much
a bottle and it goes around
I'm leaving drunk by 4 a.m.
And watch me jump in the golden Benz
Top down with the pokey rims
Now I'm swerving, so you know I'm
everyday, I be on my grind
Get that bread, bring it back to you
Baby this is how I act for you
I ain’t in the streets, can’t lack for you
Pussy ass n****
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