Chico Linx - Never Had Much Lyrics

My fam ain't ever have nothin'
Always up, into somethin'
Bills coming in, f*ck this
Middle fingers up, cussin'
On the phone, with my Cuz
Growing up, in the ugly
We ain't ever have much
Reason why, was out hustlin'
Same old thing
It's just a different a day
And I can't make new waves
If I don't make a change
Had to go switch my lanes
If not, won't heal my pain
I just want peace of mind
I do not need no fame

Most of my pain
Ain't from shit I seen
But from all my fam
I don't get see
My people in heaven
And I hope it's the truth
The day that I'm gone
I hope I'm with y'all
I'm doing my best to improve
Go back to Cuba, and build us a mansion
Hang by the Ranch
On the weekends get ratchet
Barbie, her spirits keeps laughing
Shining a tooth
Back to the artisan market
I bought me some paintings remind me of you
Had a cigar in her mouth
I lit up a gar in my mouth, and toasted to you
Rum with the juice
Facetime with the fam, when I can
They think that I'm rich, cause I live in the U.S
Grow up with killas, robbers, molesters, and rapist
It happens regardless in U.S. it's basic
Saving up money, treatment for lasik
Chasing down ladies, running them bases
Need me a lady that don't paint on faces
Pretty with knowledge, no words make a statement
So stressed can't hold this in
Let it go with a blow of smoke
Confess partook in sins
Full of dope, I might overdose
Ozone prone, oh so gone
Been a stoner, for oh so long
Everyday just going through motions
Wake up every morning, staring at the ceiling
Get up from the bed, a second later pissin'
Squintin' at the screen, my woedy hit my digits
Next thing, weighing bowls out in kitchen
Plot out some ways
Sketching out a scheme
Time to make a change
Heart gone stay the same
Deep breathe, let me meditate
Depressed, you should levitate
Lift your spirit to better place
Sippin' Aunt Jemima with my dinner plate
Things can never be as was
Things can only be as done
I'm just glad to see the sun
Shit to me I feel I won
One up with it shit what's up
One up with it shit what's up

My fam ain't ever have nothin'
Always up, into somethin'
Bills coming in, f*ck this
Middle fingers up, cussin'
On the phone, with my Cuz
Growing up, in the ugly
We ain't ever have much
Reason why, was out hustlin'
Same old thing
It's just a different a day
And I can't make new waves
If I don't make a change
Had to go switch my lanes
If not, won't heal my pain
I just want peace of mind
I do not need no fame