Skip to content
Lyric
Dive
Public playlists
My playlists
Search
Sign in
Gotta Choose feat. Lil Dump, Big B
Never Broke Again
Popularity ยท Low
+
๐ฌ๐ง English ยท Original
0
0
YouTube
Searching YouTube...
Lyrics
Original
Translation
Bilingual
Ayo, Cutoff
Pnoiz in this bag, ayy
ย
We puttin' rubber bands on racks, I need 'em blue too
I don't need a four in that trap, I need an old-school
I swear I ain't have a thing before I dropped out of school
Chasin' money, fuck the fame, no more pickin' up on tools
It's either you gon' be up in the streets or
Be a star, you gotta choose (You gotta choose)
Either you gon' make it out or die or get
Locked up, it's all on you (It's all on you)
Chasin' money, I'm impatient, I ain't got time for waitin'
Always in a rush, gotta run it up, no conversation
Life is all the way to make it, I doubt they might just replace me
I won't let 'em count me out, I'd rather stick to the basics
Came up, they all hated you
Got rid of them 'cause they was flaw and they all pertrated you
Got love for the hood, when you pull up, they praisin' you
Everything good, it ain't nothin' that's fazin' you
Spendin' money make me feel good knowin' I ain't never have it
Don't tell me how to hustle, I can't blame shit on my daddy
Grew up ratchet, still live the same way, got bad habits
If I want it, gotta have it, used to stick shit up with a passion
Two hundred bitches, I'm a savage
Fuck bein' a worker, I'd rather manage
They ain't teach you enhancement, rather see you in the casket
Had dreams of bein' a hustler, not throwin' balls up in the basket
On your dick, they ain't wanna see you, when you callin'
They ain't answerin' (When you callin', they ain't answerin')
We puttin' rubber bands on racks, I need 'em blue too
I don't need a four in that trap, I need an old-school
I swear I ain't have a thing before I dropped out of school
Chasin' money, fuck the fame, no more pickin' up on tools
It's either you gon' be up in the streets or
Be a star, you gotta choose (You gotta choose)
Either you gon' make it out or die or get
Locked up, it's all on you (It's all on you)
Head on collision
Youngin crashed in the streets, said he just want the money
Family asked for somethin', said he
Ain't got it, now they actin' funny
Real troublesome, gon' do whatever he gotta do for to keep it comin'
He stepped on somethin', say he did what
He had to do to refrain from runnin'
Uh, he fell in his bag and fucked around and ran it up
Diamond chain, rose gold, emerald with the cuts
Remember we went on that lick, you point the hand, said it was us
My own family stole from me, made it hard for me to trust
He done fell victim to the street life
Hundred by his past, he can't sleep right
Gotta call my dog, I was so sick, I couldn't eat right
Pull up with the fog, eyes they neon blue like streetlights
I won't let no money change me, yeah
I'm still gon' be the same me, they can't say that they made me
Give hope to my environment because the streets raised me
Plenty nights I could've died, I thank that man because he saved me
We puttin' rubber bands on racks, I need 'em blue too
I don't need a four in that trap, I need an old-school
I swear I ain't have a thing before I dropped out of school
Chasin' money, fuck the fame, no more pickin' up on tools
It's either you gon' be up in the streets or
Be a star, you gotta choose (You gotta choose)
Either you gon' make it out or die or get
Locked up, it's all on you (It's all on you)
ย