Old days
On old Jane & Weston Road
Livin off of dem noodles
I was sleeping on the floor
Can't even count on my hand
The times that I've been broke
Can't even count on my hand
The times I had money though
So then I met a brotha named Emilio
We was really stacking up some paper doe
Turned out he was just a phoney brotha though
Money really show what's in yo spirit though
Laying low went back to my city
Cuz the police they was really out to get me
Took a fall for 30 bands in my city
House arrest for 3 months in my city
Money coming in it was really fast
Yeah that fast money it don't really last
But I really learned in the realest class
That making money from yo hands gon really last
I'm on the way to making money from fame
They still don't wanna believe
That I gon be the one next
You don't know half of the things
I've been through really a mess
Never had no one to look up to
Used to be a mess yeah
Really depressed man I just needed my Dad
I really been on my own
Since I was 13 & max
Though I grew up on my own
I still really need a Dad
Even though I'm 20 Max yeah
(haha where da milk boi)
I was way too young
I was playin a grown bit
Since the times I was living in my old hood kipps
I was really getting raised by these Hip Hop hits
Brotha yeah
I was eluded by the chains
The money clothes & fame
My head wasn't in the game
But now I'm speaking my brain
Cuz it really takes some brain
If you wanna entertain & get into real estate yeah
Only one rapper like me
If a image says words
It gon say I got bars that's 1000
Ain't nobody that really believe in RickyD
Brotha please it gon be a lil mistake that they doubt em
Most these brothas virgins to me
They don't know the birds & bees
When it comes to making money that's a problem
Only one girl that's for me
Man I never needed hoes
Plenty girls in the world there's a 1000
Ricky D - SAMBA DR & WESTON RD (Freestyle) Lyrics
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Old days
On old Jane & Weston Road
Livin off of dem noodles
I was sleeping on the floor
Can't even count on my hand
The times that I've been broke
Can't even count on my hand
The times I had money though
So then I met a brotha named Emilio
We was really stacking up some paper doe
Turned out he was just a phoney brotha though
Money really show what's in yo spirit though
Laying low went back to my city
Cuz the police they was really out to get me
Took a fall for 30 bands in my city
House arrest for 3 months in my city
Money coming in it was really fast
Yeah that fast money it don't really last
But I really learned in the realest class
That making money from yo hands gon really last
I'm on the way to making money from fame
They still don't wanna believe
That I gon be the one next
You don't know half of the things
I've been through really a mess
Never had no one to look up to
Used to be a mess yeah
Really depressed man I just needed my Dad
I really been on my own
Since I was 13 & max
Though I grew up on my own
I still really need a Dad
Even though I'm 20 Max yeah
(haha where da milk boi)
I was way too young
I was playin a grown bit
Since the times I was living in my old hood kipps
I was really getting raised by these Hip Hop hits
Brotha yeah
I was eluded by the chains
The money clothes & fame
My head wasn't in the game
But now I'm speaking my brain
Cuz it really takes some brain
If you wanna entertain & get into real estate yeah
Only one rapper like me
If a image says words
It gon say I got bars that's 1000
Ain't nobody that really believe in RickyD
Brotha please it gon be a lil mistake that they doubt em
Most these brothas virgins to me
They don't know the birds & bees
When it comes to making money that's a problem
Only one girl that's for me
Man I never needed hoes
Plenty girls in the world there's a 1000
On old Jane & Weston Road
Livin off of dem noodles
I was sleeping on the floor
Can't even count on my hand
The times that I've been broke
Can't even count on my hand
The times I had money though
So then I met a brotha named Emilio
We was really stacking up some paper doe
Turned out he was just a phoney brotha though
Money really show what's in yo spirit though
Laying low went back to my city
Cuz the police they was really out to get me
Took a fall for 30 bands in my city
House arrest for 3 months in my city
Money coming in it was really fast
Yeah that fast money it don't really last
But I really learned in the realest class
That making money from yo hands gon really last
I'm on the way to making money from fame
They still don't wanna believe
That I gon be the one next
You don't know half of the things
I've been through really a mess
Never had no one to look up to
Used to be a mess yeah
Really depressed man I just needed my Dad
I really been on my own
Since I was 13 & max
Though I grew up on my own
I still really need a Dad
Even though I'm 20 Max yeah
(haha where da milk boi)
I was way too young
I was playin a grown bit
Since the times I was living in my old hood kipps
I was really getting raised by these Hip Hop hits
Brotha yeah
I was eluded by the chains
The money clothes & fame
My head wasn't in the game
But now I'm speaking my brain
Cuz it really takes some brain
If you wanna entertain & get into real estate yeah
Only one rapper like me
If a image says words
It gon say I got bars that's 1000
Ain't nobody that really believe in RickyD
Brotha please it gon be a lil mistake that they doubt em
Most these brothas virgins to me
They don't know the birds & bees
When it comes to making money that's a problem
Only one girl that's for me
Man I never needed hoes
Plenty girls in the world there's a 1000
Writer: Ricardo Dos Santos
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