Lyrics:
(Quan The Don313 Verse)
Uh-huh, Roxi Gang, nigga
Uh-huh, M30 on the tab, count them bitches by the thousand
I was really in the city, had them
How could i die
How could i miss
Without even tryin'
Im tryin my best
Nothin's enough
My head's in the clouds
My head is above
Baby i'll be there
elevators 'til the lobby all smelly (in the ghetto)
That's where I keep my ratchets
Get my instincts and survival tactics
Ain't nothin' like a hood nigga,
the lobby all smelly (in the ghetto)
That's where I keep my ratchets
Get my instincts and survival tactics
Ain't nothin' like a hood nigga, I don't care
elevators 'til the lobby all smelly (in the ghetto)
That's where I keep my ratchets
Get my instincts and survival tactics
Ain't nothin' like a hood nigga,
world I hope you're ready for me.
Now gather 'round
I'm the new fool in town
And my sound's laid down by the Underground.
I drink up all the Hennessey
she know I'm a star
I feel free
I'm in the club and I'm tryna get right
I feel free
Most of all 'cause I got life
I feel free
Send three more
don't play with these cats, I ain't got nothin' to say to these cats
For the mothers that really do love 'em, please pray for these cat
'Cause I know
oratorials all day
I'm just getting started on this beat, this is foreplay
And when this song's finished, y'all can sing along with this
By the way, I have
[Intro]
Let's get it homeboy!
Y'all already know what is man, this ain't nothin' new to y'all man!
T.I.P., Pimp $quad Click ya understand that?
hoes I was a muthafuckin' rapper,
But will they jus' tell them hoes that I was a muthafuckin'
Captain?
All the bitches I done broke fo' they bank,
I
a muthafuckin'
captain?
All the bitches I done broke fo' they bank,
I got so many cocktales I need a muthafuckin' fish tank.
I got hoes like acorns
Rolex
Now when you see her in public
Her ego on flex (can't tell her nothin')
Aye Quan (What it do)
What up round? (What you talkin' bout thug)
She suck
even though it was enticin'
I ain't married yet, so it's rocky on my right hand (whoa)
And I'm on stage by myself, ain't with the hype man
Go ahead
like, drive by pumpin' that lean back
Police hop out of the whip, (?) right in my six
Four fifth tucked right on his hip
Some dumb drunk, this nigga
all you see is dollar signs
(She blinded by the streets)
Yeah
Line-crosser, real-life flyin' saucer
Nothin' straight 'bout her but her posture
And this dis goes on, again and again
Uh, Uh
I think it goes, ya live by the dirt, ya die by the shovel
You can repent and come with god or you can know
all my times my own and
I got nothin' left but sleepin' time to lose
There's no one here to carry on
If I stay out the whole night long
or give
And I ain't talkin bout vacation if I say that I'm packin
Hear that hunger in my voice and all the pain in my eyes
If this the only chance I get to you
good)
Eighteen and over, I wants to bone ya (Yeah, baby)
Eighteen and over (Oh yeah, this is gonna be good)
Now wait a minute
This ain't nothin
gonna try (try)
Try and make up the time, babe
For all of these lonely nights
That I wasn?t by your side
I?m gonna try (try) For the night
Baby, it?s all
On the one way street though
It's a million ways to get by
Never one way, one way
Need a million after taxes, I might spend the shit on fashion
All this
to me
'Cause this is all I got, prove that you got me
(Oh yeah) Oh yeah, yeah (broken in pieces)
'Cause this is all I got, prove that you got me
nothin'
Then the struggle to erase any proof that I came from suffrin'
Now they hate I survived every trick by hustlin'
I stay on my G, we don't cease
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