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Yeah
It's hard 'round here, nigga
What you gon' do?
For real
(Dramatic, nigga)
All my motherfuckin' life, I had a dream
To be rich, pull up shinin' like a bitch, know what I mean?
But all my life was in these motherfuckin' streets
Dope dealin', we out here gettin' it, gunslingin', me and my team
All I ever wanted was a lot of money
Come from the bottom, told my partner
That I got him and we make it, my nigga
Talkin' 'bout a whole lot of fuckin' money
But 'til then, I'm gettin' my grind on (Yeah)
So later on, I can get my shine on (Look, look)
Tray Deee let that seat back (Let it back)
I hate to tell 'em this (What?)
Keep that burner in your lap (Your lap)
Don't let 'em sell you shit (Nah)
All my life, I kept a strap (I did)
And they couldn't tell me shit
And for the day that I get whacked (What?)
Know daddy kept it stiff (Yeah)
'Cause that lil' nigga look just like me (He do)
Oh, that's my mini-me (Yeah)
Extended clips on all these rifles (Baow)
Fuck all my enemies (Yeah)
Bitch niggas say that they don't like me (You don't what?)
Oh, they keep sendin' me (What?)
Threats all on my Facebook (My what?)
Shit, I don't get to see (Yeah)
Look, name another nigga out here gettin' it like I'm gettin' it
Heard a couple pussy niggas say they gon' get me (Huh?)
But fuck it, we gon' kill 'em (Kill 'em)
Niggas in they feelings behind bitches (Bitches)
Flexin', takin' pictures with all these pistols (Pistols)
And these hoes love a nigga when he on, I can't deny that (Nah)
Soon as all his money gone, you text
Her phone, she don't reply back (Ho)
But that's just what that is, fam (Fam)
Slow it down or we gon' lay that shit down (Down)
You snitched on your clique, now you a bitch now (You a bitch now)
All my motherfuckin' life, I had a dream
To be rich, pull up shinin' like a bitch, know what I mean?
But all my life was in these motherfuckin' streets
Dope dealin', we out here gettin' it, gunslingin', me and my team
All I ever wanted was a lot of money
Come from the bottom, told my partner
That I got him and we make it, my nigga
Talkin' 'bout a whole lot of fuckin' money
But 'til then, I'm gettin' my grind on
So later on, I can get my shine on (Look)
All my life, my niggas wanted more (Wanted more)
Fuck this hood shit (Yeah)
Tired of sleepin' on the floor (The floor)
We in the hood, bitch (Bitch)
Hate fuckin' these ratchet hoes (For real)
But love a hood bitch (I do)
But she gon' fuck the one that's on (For real)
Gotta be hood rich (Yeah)
But all my life, I'm tryna shake the facts (Facts)
My niggas starvin'
And all my raps, I just keep statin' facts (For real)
Hate feelin' sorry
Wishin' we can take this shit way back (Way back)
But I got smarter
I'm on the grind to make my paper stack (Racks)
Got one son and two daughters (Yeah)
Livin' this life was hell (Hell)
Got partners who locked in the cell (For real)
Collect call from inside of the jail (Jail)
They need money and mail (Yeah)
Look, you can saw down a snail (Snail)
But you cannot saw down a player (Yeah)
These niggas soft and they frail (They frail)
Talkin' a lot, well, they tell, yeah
All my motherfuckin' life, I had a dream
To be rich, pull up shinin' like a bitch, know what I mean?
But all my life was in these motherfuckin' streets
Dope dealin', we out here gettin' it, gunslingin', me and my team
All I ever wanted was a lot of money
Come from the bottom, told my partner
That I got him and we make it, my nigga
Talkin' 'bout a whole lot of fuckin' money
But 'til then, I'm gettin' my grind on
So later on, I can get my shine on