2flyry - Ghetto soul Lyrics

It was times I had no motivation
Everyday askin' god if , I'ma make it So I started thinkin', so I started thinkin
The homie told me I should start singin' One day I'ma gonna be the one
It's time to get this money, no time for the fun

Keep wickin' in the L.A. streets So you better
Keep a gun
You don't wanna be the R.I.P. up on the curb
Stay away from the people that you think will try to hurt you
And if that's your dream, stay away, that'll curse you

It's gonna benefit, people turn on you quick
You don't wanna be that person that'll end up in a ditch
I'm up now, spendin' racks on the fifth
When I'm walkin' saks fifth , yea they know who I is

I can't go to school, cause I'm failing' on the quiz
I don't talk, I just listen, I don't want them in my biz
I'm just tryna run the check, I'm just tryna be next
Make sure my time come, make sure I'm blessed

I'm not gon' stop, to the best in the west
This is soul song, I'm tryna feel it in they chest
I'm a nigga from the B, I will always keep it big
All my brothers around me, I know they keep it G

Can't do no new niggas, yeah, they probably the police
Tryna run the M's up, take my people out the streets
I'm just tryna make it, tryna be the one
Pray to God I don't die by the gun

Bitch gettin' freaky, put her hair up in the bun
It was timeline, not motivation
Everyday askin' God, prayin' I'ma make it
So I started thinkin', so I started thinkin

The homie told me, I should start sayin
One day I'ma go and be the one
One day I'ma go and be the one
It's time to get this money, no time for the fun

Get wicked in the L.A. streets to keep it gun
You don't wanna be the R.I.P. upon the curb