Yo
Can anybody hear me
This one bout to be crazy
Where I'm from everybody got bills
Looking around my city I see bodies dropping still
Only way to make it cuz gotta find a skill
There's way there's a way you just need a will
Coming from them blocks but I ain't got no opps
All I got are these f*cking visions of the top
Thinking I'm gon' stop nah hustle round the clock
Do it for my pops and them people from my spot
I hate 9 to 5'ving, niggas barely surviving
I told all my guys hey lets go for the prize then
Strategising, analysing
Don't wah be inside pens
Rather ignite pens
Remember days as a child (We was running wild)
Nowadays I be on the grind (Oh never mind)
Ain't no telling when that bruh money it coming by
But I be on the look out while I'm steady getting high
1 2 I tied my shoes
3 4 I kick in the door
5 6 figures legit
With 7 or 8 I break out the gate
9 10 go tell all your friends
Let them know the f*ckery begins
10 or 9 I got these dimes
8 or 7 for my brethrens
6 or 5 took turns to ride
4 or 3 be on they knees
2 to 1 they on to me
Imagine me just off my trees
I'm a felon for the cheddar feigning for the life
Got a fetish for the fittest feeling on her thighs
Circle filled with winners certain of our dinners
F*ck up out my business you ain't adding to my building
Special as them royal kids out to get my royalties
All the Ts say EoG that I call some loyal Ts
Gotta play the role fam truss I see the program
Tell you bout these roads but I never been a roadman
Yeah some stuff I came thru but I had always had these goals man
Beefing over post codes? might as well you beef the post man
Matter a fact lets beef the council
In fact I know you'd cancel
Lost souls think they getting cake (Oh no)
But all I see is crumbs what a shame
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Yo
Can anybody hear me
This one bout to be crazy
Where I'm from everybody got bills
Looking around my city I see bodies dropping still
Only way to make it cuz gotta find a skill
There's way there's a way you just need a will
Coming from them blocks but I ain't got no opps
All I got are these f*cking visions of the top
Thinking I'm gon' stop nah hustle round the clock
Do it for my pops and them people from my spot
I hate 9 to 5'ving, niggas barely surviving
I told all my guys hey lets go for the prize then
Strategising, analysing
Don't wah be inside pens
Rather ignite pens
Remember days as a child (We was running wild)
Nowadays I be on the grind (Oh never mind)
Ain't no telling when that bruh money it coming by
But I be on the look out while I'm steady getting high
1 2 I tied my shoes
3 4 I kick in the door
5 6 figures legit
With 7 or 8 I break out the gate
9 10 go tell all your friends
Let them know the f*ckery begins
10 or 9 I got these dimes
8 or 7 for my brethrens
6 or 5 took turns to ride
4 or 3 be on they knees
2 to 1 they on to me
Imagine me just off my trees
I'm a felon for the cheddar feigning for the life
Got a fetish for the fittest feeling on her thighs
Circle filled with winners certain of our dinners
F*ck up out my business you ain't adding to my building
Special as them royal kids out to get my royalties
All the Ts say EoG that I call some loyal Ts
Gotta play the role fam truss I see the program
Tell you bout these roads but I never been a roadman
Yeah some stuff I came thru but I had always had these goals man
Beefing over post codes? might as well you beef the post man
Matter a fact lets beef the council
In fact I know you'd cancel
Lost souls think they getting cake (Oh no)
But all I see is crumbs what a shame
Can anybody hear me
This one bout to be crazy
Where I'm from everybody got bills
Looking around my city I see bodies dropping still
Only way to make it cuz gotta find a skill
There's way there's a way you just need a will
Coming from them blocks but I ain't got no opps
All I got are these f*cking visions of the top
Thinking I'm gon' stop nah hustle round the clock
Do it for my pops and them people from my spot
I hate 9 to 5'ving, niggas barely surviving
I told all my guys hey lets go for the prize then
Strategising, analysing
Don't wah be inside pens
Rather ignite pens
Remember days as a child (We was running wild)
Nowadays I be on the grind (Oh never mind)
Ain't no telling when that bruh money it coming by
But I be on the look out while I'm steady getting high
1 2 I tied my shoes
3 4 I kick in the door
5 6 figures legit
With 7 or 8 I break out the gate
9 10 go tell all your friends
Let them know the f*ckery begins
10 or 9 I got these dimes
8 or 7 for my brethrens
6 or 5 took turns to ride
4 or 3 be on they knees
2 to 1 they on to me
Imagine me just off my trees
I'm a felon for the cheddar feigning for the life
Got a fetish for the fittest feeling on her thighs
Circle filled with winners certain of our dinners
F*ck up out my business you ain't adding to my building
Special as them royal kids out to get my royalties
All the Ts say EoG that I call some loyal Ts
Gotta play the role fam truss I see the program
Tell you bout these roads but I never been a roadman
Yeah some stuff I came thru but I had always had these goals man
Beefing over post codes? might as well you beef the post man
Matter a fact lets beef the council
In fact I know you'd cancel
Lost souls think they getting cake (Oh no)
But all I see is crumbs what a shame
Writer: La-Sean Ward
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid