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Route 38
38 Spesh feat. El Camino
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Oh Lordy
Oh Lordy
Ayo, I dropped out, it wasn't working out
Couldn't afford a wardrobe so I went and bought a quarter ounce
Fuck it, I'ma try this corner out
I went from standing on the corner to places I never thought about
I know what being locked all about
I used to stand up on my bunk at 10 o'clock when they call the count
Was getting money in large amounts
You went home and came back, I went home and bought a house
Now they love me in Australia
Biggest fear is being broke, having to do what a boss tell ya
But don't let the law jail ya
You go broke and they stop showing love, I call it heart failure
Was locked in a dark cellar, a raw seller
You couldn't walk a mile in my Margielas
I made land from a grain of sand
And if you ain't taking care of your
Fam, nigga, you ain't a man, trust
Baby, I'm a product of the streets, ain't nothing to worry 'bout
You know daddy, he gon' be okay (Okay, okay)
And as soon as the four pounds out, we laying under your house
Shit, we probably chillin' in your hallway (Hallway, hallway)
And you know that the streets don't sleep, my family gotta eat
Man, you know I'm getting to it all day (All day, all day)
And as soon as the sun comes out, ain't nothing to talk about (Huh?)
Think it's easy, you learn this shit the
Hard way (The hard way, the hard way)
Ayo, you ain't never got a brick and played
Open it up and took two deuces out like you dealing spades
I was young with a pimpin' phase
I learned how to make women behave, even the renegades
Spent a lot of time getting paid or getting into beef
Couldn't sleep 'til I seen 'em in the grave
Target practice with a gauge
Print your picture on a page and shoot at it 'til the image fade
Teacher said I was a lost cause
'Til I parked cars and couldn't bring 'em home like report cards
Feds want a nigga caught hard
My lawyer fought real hard to beat that first degree assault charge
My wife know that I go hard
She ain't never gotta work no job or touch a doorknob
Gentleman shit, that ain't no prob
A real gangsta take care of his family before he go mob, trust
Baby, I'm a product of the streets, ain't nothing to worry 'bout
You know daddy, he gon' be okay (Okay, okay)
And as soon as the four pounds out, we laying under your house
Shit, we probably chillin' in your hallway (Hallway, hallway)
And you know that the streets don't sleep, my family gotta eat
Man, you know I'm getting to it all day (All day, all day)
And as soon as the sun comes out, ain't nothing to talk about
Think it's easy, you learn this shit the
Hard way (The hard way, the hard way)
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