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90s Baby Video (MV)




Performed By: Scogang Deedee
Length: 2:04
Written by: Demond Jones




Scogang Deedee - 90s Baby Lyrics
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Ima 90s baby all I know is trap n pack a pistol
Get high as f**k start counting when I be thanking bout my n**gas
Know u seen the wet sign how u let them catch u slipping
Ion drank buy a fifth n pour it out for my n**gas
Posted at the store Ian trying to hit the club
Give my change to a bomb before I give it to scrub
Blessed them for the ten make them come back spend a dub
N**ga thank they cold hearted tell this nina hit them up
Born in the projects from the pjs for real
Omega street side of the house seen em stretch for real
Remember playing Knick knock led to kicking doors and stealing
Never was the hero always played the villain
Was that quiet lil n**ga in the cut who chilling
Mama told me watch my surroundings observe n listen
Cause in these streets u gotta pay attention
Can't change my life this the way it was already written
Stay on the road they can't seem to keep I touch wit me
Say that they love me wen I know that they don't f**k with me
Childhood memories it's some sh*t still f**k with me
Reminiscing u wouldn't understand if You ain't grew up wit me
N**gas on the outside looking in trying to Paint a picture
Too many funerals seeing them Bodies sh*t a start F**king with me
When u witness a homicide You a start moving different
Traumatize life been full of drama since a lil n**ga
Want run or hide stand on all ten long as god wit me
Hypnotized grew up around a neighborhood full of convicts
They was kicking doors robbing stores led to a long sentence
If you had a hustle Gutta its a death ticket
I send this to every kid in the ghetto caught in the struggle
Who lost with out they daddy and lost with out they mother
So they turn to the streets to find ways to eat
Kicked out the house so they hustle to put food in the mouth
And they tried to go to school but it ain't work
Hit they knees every night but they scared to go to church
Cause they feel like the devil he be talking to them
I just prey that it get better for them in the ghetto
If Yen talking about No money what's The conversation
MY occupation is get paper on any occasion
So when I grind i grind hard I gotta feed MY babies
I only got one shot I just hope I make it
This legal sh*t don't work out then It's back to block
With MY n**gas in the trenches trying to get a knot
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Ima 90s baby all I know is trap n pack a pistol
Get high as f**k start counting when I be thanking bout my n**gas
Know u seen the wet sign how u let them catch u slipping
Ion drank buy a fifth n pour it out for my n**gas
Posted at the store Ian trying to hit the club
Give my change to a bomb before I give it to scrub
Blessed them for the ten make them come back spend a dub
N**ga thank they cold hearted tell this nina hit them up
Born in the projects from the pjs for real
Omega street side of the house seen em stretch for real
Remember playing Knick knock led to kicking doors and stealing
Never was the hero always played the villain
Was that quiet lil n**ga in the cut who chilling
Mama told me watch my surroundings observe n listen
Cause in these streets u gotta pay attention
Can't change my life this the way it was already written
Stay on the road they can't seem to keep I touch wit me
Say that they love me wen I know that they don't f**k with me
Childhood memories it's some sh*t still f**k with me
Reminiscing u wouldn't understand if You ain't grew up wit me
N**gas on the outside looking in trying to Paint a picture
Too many funerals seeing them Bodies sh*t a start F**king with me
When u witness a homicide You a start moving different
Traumatize life been full of drama since a lil n**ga
Want run or hide stand on all ten long as god wit me
Hypnotized grew up around a neighborhood full of convicts
They was kicking doors robbing stores led to a long sentence
If you had a hustle Gutta its a death ticket
I send this to every kid in the ghetto caught in the struggle
Who lost with out they daddy and lost with out they mother
So they turn to the streets to find ways to eat
Kicked out the house so they hustle to put food in the mouth
And they tried to go to school but it ain't work
Hit they knees every night but they scared to go to church
Cause they feel like the devil he be talking to them
I just prey that it get better for them in the ghetto
If Yen talking about No money what's The conversation
MY occupation is get paper on any occasion
So when I grind i grind hard I gotta feed MY babies
I only got one shot I just hope I make it
This legal sh*t don't work out then It's back to block
With MY n**gas in the trenches trying to get a knot
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Writer: Demond Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


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