Uh, uh
Woah, woah, woah
1989, Addison Road, North
Not the South
Everything that I do, gotta keep it discreet
I was the nigga that really got stuck in the street
Now I'm ballin' like Wade with the heat
I was the man on the mission, I'm constantly movin' my feet
See me dead in the pool, now they callin' me Wade
I was stuck in the house, almost dropped a grenade
I don't f*ck with that bitch cause he tryna get paid
I'll ride in the stu and I'm still gettin' played
The man that you ain't wanna see like I'm Baba Yaga with a capital B
If I'm scratchin' the trigger, then I gotta flee
Always thought I was wrong, they ain't give me a plea
I just turned 24 with a G23
Need a big body Lambo, a new GLE
Gotta stay with my chopper like I'm N.L.E
They don't like when I rap, but I stay on the beat
I be dealin' with pain, I don't know how to feel
By myself every day, it be easy to heal
I ain't jackin' these niggas, they actin' like Jill
Niggas thinkin' I'm wilding like DJ just chill
I need a house in the hills
Need a million just so I can pay my mama bills
I'm tryna get richer than Bill
When I thought about signin' a deal
When I stayed in the house, man, I really ain't really had nothin
We used to heat from the oven
I really had me a hard-knock life
Cause I promised I'd live with my cousin
I'm missin' my papa, I wish he was here
But I'm all on my own now, that's somethin' I fear
I'm highly intoxicated while I'm stuck on the edge
And I'll probably get hit with a spear
But I feel like I really be doin' the most
I be stuck in the house now, I feel like the host
After all that I did, I should say me a toast
I grew up with the league, so I might got a boast
Niggas usin' my lyrics for what they gon' post
Niggas callin' me prime like I might be the coach
Lil' shorty expensive, she only want coach
Bitch, you want a first class, she ain't sittin' in coach
I'm rollin' side while you savin' a roach
I was the nigga that jumped off the porch
I'm tryin' to get me a coupe and a Porsche
Shorty gon' ride like she hopped on a horse
I'm the captain, I might gotta plan out the course
I be comin' in first like I set up the course
Shorty ask, do you love me, I told her, of course
She said death do us part til my body a corpse
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Uh, uh
Woah, woah, woah
1989, Addison Road, North
Not the South
Everything that I do, gotta keep it discreet
I was the nigga that really got stuck in the street
Now I'm ballin' like Wade with the heat
I was the man on the mission, I'm constantly movin' my feet
See me dead in the pool, now they callin' me Wade
I was stuck in the house, almost dropped a grenade
I don't f*ck with that bitch cause he tryna get paid
I'll ride in the stu and I'm still gettin' played
The man that you ain't wanna see like I'm Baba Yaga with a capital B
If I'm scratchin' the trigger, then I gotta flee
Always thought I was wrong, they ain't give me a plea
I just turned 24 with a G23
Need a big body Lambo, a new GLE
Gotta stay with my chopper like I'm N.L.E
They don't like when I rap, but I stay on the beat
I be dealin' with pain, I don't know how to feel
By myself every day, it be easy to heal
I ain't jackin' these niggas, they actin' like Jill
Niggas thinkin' I'm wilding like DJ just chill
I need a house in the hills
Need a million just so I can pay my mama bills
I'm tryna get richer than Bill
When I thought about signin' a deal
When I stayed in the house, man, I really ain't really had nothin
We used to heat from the oven
I really had me a hard-knock life
Cause I promised I'd live with my cousin
I'm missin' my papa, I wish he was here
But I'm all on my own now, that's somethin' I fear
I'm highly intoxicated while I'm stuck on the edge
And I'll probably get hit with a spear
But I feel like I really be doin' the most
I be stuck in the house now, I feel like the host
After all that I did, I should say me a toast
I grew up with the league, so I might got a boast
Niggas usin' my lyrics for what they gon' post
Niggas callin' me prime like I might be the coach
Lil' shorty expensive, she only want coach
Bitch, you want a first class, she ain't sittin' in coach
I'm rollin' side while you savin' a roach
I was the nigga that jumped off the porch
I'm tryin' to get me a coupe and a Porsche
Shorty gon' ride like she hopped on a horse
I'm the captain, I might gotta plan out the course
I be comin' in first like I set up the course
Shorty ask, do you love me, I told her, of course
She said death do us part til my body a corpse
Woah, woah, woah
1989, Addison Road, North
Not the South
Everything that I do, gotta keep it discreet
I was the nigga that really got stuck in the street
Now I'm ballin' like Wade with the heat
I was the man on the mission, I'm constantly movin' my feet
See me dead in the pool, now they callin' me Wade
I was stuck in the house, almost dropped a grenade
I don't f*ck with that bitch cause he tryna get paid
I'll ride in the stu and I'm still gettin' played
The man that you ain't wanna see like I'm Baba Yaga with a capital B
If I'm scratchin' the trigger, then I gotta flee
Always thought I was wrong, they ain't give me a plea
I just turned 24 with a G23
Need a big body Lambo, a new GLE
Gotta stay with my chopper like I'm N.L.E
They don't like when I rap, but I stay on the beat
I be dealin' with pain, I don't know how to feel
By myself every day, it be easy to heal
I ain't jackin' these niggas, they actin' like Jill
Niggas thinkin' I'm wilding like DJ just chill
I need a house in the hills
Need a million just so I can pay my mama bills
I'm tryna get richer than Bill
When I thought about signin' a deal
When I stayed in the house, man, I really ain't really had nothin
We used to heat from the oven
I really had me a hard-knock life
Cause I promised I'd live with my cousin
I'm missin' my papa, I wish he was here
But I'm all on my own now, that's somethin' I fear
I'm highly intoxicated while I'm stuck on the edge
And I'll probably get hit with a spear
But I feel like I really be doin' the most
I be stuck in the house now, I feel like the host
After all that I did, I should say me a toast
I grew up with the league, so I might got a boast
Niggas usin' my lyrics for what they gon' post
Niggas callin' me prime like I might be the coach
Lil' shorty expensive, she only want coach
Bitch, you want a first class, she ain't sittin' in coach
I'm rollin' side while you savin' a roach
I was the nigga that jumped off the porch
I'm tryin' to get me a coupe and a Porsche
Shorty gon' ride like she hopped on a horse
I'm the captain, I might gotta plan out the course
I be comin' in first like I set up the course
Shorty ask, do you love me, I told her, of course
She said death do us part til my body a corpse
Writer: Duane Freeman Jr
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