Upset with me cus i want nice things it aint never been a secret i need some patek philip shit. i need a rolls with a deep tint i need to go out and dine in throw the waiter blues and tell em keep shit i need yall to see me shining cus i grew up only rocking cheap shit Ruth's chris eating good cus we straight up out the hood i been grinding all my life word to nipsey word to boog rest up to a crip king real niggas die homie . we gonna keep yo shit alive brody,so i gotta keep the fire on me
Balenciagia tags mean something here we ain't never had shit either bus passes or hack cabs we ain't never had whip momma smack you in yo mouth if you talk shit never had lip that was life we aint trip that was life we aint trip
These niggas cant judge me we came from the muddy where everything bloody they call it the streets just a kid no kudi my siblings there for me we stayed in a shelter made sure i would eat Nigga what u know bout the dark in the hood/said that we was good but we never was good he was just a baby the streets made him suge chess not checkers the pawns and the rooks Ballin wit the crooks niggas gettin shook trappers had the look youngins had the books lunch money took had to scrap for it too small to dunk so we tapped on em wanted first ball had to shoot for it 5 dollar bet we would hoop for it left over meals on the stoop for us i want the success cus im due for it ahhh
Balenciagia tags mean something here we aint never had shit either bus passes or hack cabs we aint never had whips momma smack you in yo mouth if you talk shit never had lip that was life we aint trip that was life we aint trip
Pit bulls running wild off the leash lending sugar out for they cream of wheat now we hustle for the cream of streets rest up to my son cousin leek 6 side i been streaming for weeks i cant do nothing but give em the heat cus i been through fire & popped by grease in the kitchen hire & fire the beat how im dishing i always clean up plate do the dishes i always been bout a move never wishing i always stuck with the team never switching sides thats the way i ride always getting high but we kept it fly/drippy never dry always wit my guys
Always split the pie look out for the hive everybody thrive if you on this side wooh
Balenciagia tags mean something here we aint never had shit either bus passes or hack cabs we aint never had whips momma smack you in yo mouth if you talk shit never had lip that was life we aint trip that was life we aint trip
Balenciagia tags mean something here we aint never had shit either bus passes or hack cabs we aint never had whips momma smack you in yo mouth if you talk shit never had lip that was life we aint trip that was life we aint trip
Ralf BTW - Balenciaga Lyrics
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Upset with me cus i want nice things it aint never been a secret i need some patek philip shit. i need a rolls with a deep tint i need to go out and dine in throw the waiter blues and tell em keep shit i need yall to see me shining cus i grew up only rocking cheap shit Ruth's chris eating good cus we straight up out the hood i been grinding all my life word to nipsey word to boog rest up to a crip king real niggas die homie . we gonna keep yo shit alive brody,so i gotta keep the fire on me
Balenciagia tags mean something here we ain't never had shit either bus passes or hack cabs we ain't never had whip momma smack you in yo mouth if you talk shit never had lip that was life we aint trip that was life we aint trip
These niggas cant judge me we came from the muddy where everything bloody they call it the streets just a kid no kudi my siblings there for me we stayed in a shelter made sure i would eat Nigga what u know bout the dark in the hood/said that we was good but we never was good he was just a baby the streets made him suge chess not checkers the pawns and the rooks Ballin wit the crooks niggas gettin shook trappers had the look youngins had the books lunch money took had to scrap for it too small to dunk so we tapped on em wanted first ball had to shoot for it 5 dollar bet we would hoop for it left over meals on the stoop for us i want the success cus im due for it ahhh
Balenciagia tags mean something here we aint never had shit either bus passes or hack cabs we aint never had whips momma smack you in yo mouth if you talk shit never had lip that was life we aint trip that was life we aint trip
Pit bulls running wild off the leash lending sugar out for they cream of wheat now we hustle for the cream of streets rest up to my son cousin leek 6 side i been streaming for weeks i cant do nothing but give em the heat cus i been through fire & popped by grease in the kitchen hire & fire the beat how im dishing i always clean up plate do the dishes i always been bout a move never wishing i always stuck with the team never switching sides thats the way i ride always getting high but we kept it fly/drippy never dry always wit my guys
Always split the pie look out for the hive everybody thrive if you on this side wooh
Balenciagia tags mean something here we aint never had shit either bus passes or hack cabs we aint never had whips momma smack you in yo mouth if you talk shit never had lip that was life we aint trip that was life we aint trip
Balenciagia tags mean something here we aint never had shit either bus passes or hack cabs we aint never had whips momma smack you in yo mouth if you talk shit never had lip that was life we aint trip that was life we aint trip
Balenciagia tags mean something here we ain't never had shit either bus passes or hack cabs we ain't never had whip momma smack you in yo mouth if you talk shit never had lip that was life we aint trip that was life we aint trip
These niggas cant judge me we came from the muddy where everything bloody they call it the streets just a kid no kudi my siblings there for me we stayed in a shelter made sure i would eat Nigga what u know bout the dark in the hood/said that we was good but we never was good he was just a baby the streets made him suge chess not checkers the pawns and the rooks Ballin wit the crooks niggas gettin shook trappers had the look youngins had the books lunch money took had to scrap for it too small to dunk so we tapped on em wanted first ball had to shoot for it 5 dollar bet we would hoop for it left over meals on the stoop for us i want the success cus im due for it ahhh
Balenciagia tags mean something here we aint never had shit either bus passes or hack cabs we aint never had whips momma smack you in yo mouth if you talk shit never had lip that was life we aint trip that was life we aint trip
Pit bulls running wild off the leash lending sugar out for they cream of wheat now we hustle for the cream of streets rest up to my son cousin leek 6 side i been streaming for weeks i cant do nothing but give em the heat cus i been through fire & popped by grease in the kitchen hire & fire the beat how im dishing i always clean up plate do the dishes i always been bout a move never wishing i always stuck with the team never switching sides thats the way i ride always getting high but we kept it fly/drippy never dry always wit my guys
Always split the pie look out for the hive everybody thrive if you on this side wooh
Balenciagia tags mean something here we aint never had shit either bus passes or hack cabs we aint never had whips momma smack you in yo mouth if you talk shit never had lip that was life we aint trip that was life we aint trip
Balenciagia tags mean something here we aint never had shit either bus passes or hack cabs we aint never had whips momma smack you in yo mouth if you talk shit never had lip that was life we aint trip that was life we aint trip
Writer: Rafael Gonzalez
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