When they turned their back on me it took my hear away
But when i'm gone they gone remember my name
You just hear me on that mic you never been through my pain
It's feeling like i gotta die so i can fly
I done been in the field with the sticks and sending them shots and them f*ck niggas missed me
I remember she left me alone for a nigga now she texting my phone because she miss me
I remember them telling me i wasn't good enough i got that pack and I flipped it
I remember they put everybody in front of me i'm last i'm born in December
They want me to drop but they will not drop the addy though
Hit my phone wanna talk like my daddy though
These niggas swearing to God they want static though
Aye you know that that pistol my pappy hoe
Big four five with a thirty
I done been here to many times i can tell that you nervous
My driver taking his time ain't none of that swerving
He got a stick to the side he shooting like curry
More money more problems
More money more problems
We got the glocks uh aye we gone solve them
I got my top down you know i'm riding
You know the shooter never driving
Aye f*ck all that talking
Aye f*ck all that texting and calling when you ain't say nothing whenever you saw me
These niggas ain't gangsta these niggas be flaugin
These niggas sneak dissing they ain't solid
I'm glad these niggas ain't my mama son
My niggas shoot for fun
My niggas line up like troops or something
Somebody tell me the truth or something
Somebody gave him a boost and a gun
I know that nigga ain't shooting nothing
I'm a young nigga straight from the A go to Cascades on a Sunday
I'm a young nigga straight from the hood I ain't get nothing for my birthday
And they never would put me in first place
But I knew I'll be turning up one day
When they turned their back on me it took my hear away
But when i'm gone they gone remember my name
You just hear me on that mic you never been through my pain
It's feeling like i gotta die so i can fly
Turn they back on me
Turn they back on me
Feel like I cant breath when niggas turn they back on me
Turn they back on me
Turn they back on me
Be in the streets just keep it G
Be in the streets just keep it G
We be in them streets
You don't live like me
You don't live like me
You ain't seen what i seen
Oh see you don't live like me
You ain't seen what i seen
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English
When they turned their back on me it took my hear away
But when i'm gone they gone remember my name
You just hear me on that mic you never been through my pain
It's feeling like i gotta die so i can fly
I done been in the field with the sticks and sending them shots and them f*ck niggas missed me
I remember she left me alone for a nigga now she texting my phone because she miss me
I remember them telling me i wasn't good enough i got that pack and I flipped it
I remember they put everybody in front of me i'm last i'm born in December
They want me to drop but they will not drop the addy though
Hit my phone wanna talk like my daddy though
These niggas swearing to God they want static though
Aye you know that that pistol my pappy hoe
Big four five with a thirty
I done been here to many times i can tell that you nervous
My driver taking his time ain't none of that swerving
He got a stick to the side he shooting like curry
More money more problems
More money more problems
We got the glocks uh aye we gone solve them
I got my top down you know i'm riding
You know the shooter never driving
Aye f*ck all that talking
Aye f*ck all that texting and calling when you ain't say nothing whenever you saw me
These niggas ain't gangsta these niggas be flaugin
These niggas sneak dissing they ain't solid
I'm glad these niggas ain't my mama son
My niggas shoot for fun
My niggas line up like troops or something
Somebody tell me the truth or something
Somebody gave him a boost and a gun
I know that nigga ain't shooting nothing
I'm a young nigga straight from the A go to Cascades on a Sunday
I'm a young nigga straight from the hood I ain't get nothing for my birthday
And they never would put me in first place
But I knew I'll be turning up one day
When they turned their back on me it took my hear away
But when i'm gone they gone remember my name
You just hear me on that mic you never been through my pain
It's feeling like i gotta die so i can fly
Turn they back on me
Turn they back on me
Feel like I cant breath when niggas turn they back on me
Turn they back on me
Turn they back on me
Be in the streets just keep it G
Be in the streets just keep it G
We be in them streets
You don't live like me
You don't live like me
You ain't seen what i seen
Oh see you don't live like me
You ain't seen what i seen
But when i'm gone they gone remember my name
You just hear me on that mic you never been through my pain
It's feeling like i gotta die so i can fly
I done been in the field with the sticks and sending them shots and them f*ck niggas missed me
I remember she left me alone for a nigga now she texting my phone because she miss me
I remember them telling me i wasn't good enough i got that pack and I flipped it
I remember they put everybody in front of me i'm last i'm born in December
They want me to drop but they will not drop the addy though
Hit my phone wanna talk like my daddy though
These niggas swearing to God they want static though
Aye you know that that pistol my pappy hoe
Big four five with a thirty
I done been here to many times i can tell that you nervous
My driver taking his time ain't none of that swerving
He got a stick to the side he shooting like curry
More money more problems
More money more problems
We got the glocks uh aye we gone solve them
I got my top down you know i'm riding
You know the shooter never driving
Aye f*ck all that talking
Aye f*ck all that texting and calling when you ain't say nothing whenever you saw me
These niggas ain't gangsta these niggas be flaugin
These niggas sneak dissing they ain't solid
I'm glad these niggas ain't my mama son
My niggas shoot for fun
My niggas line up like troops or something
Somebody tell me the truth or something
Somebody gave him a boost and a gun
I know that nigga ain't shooting nothing
I'm a young nigga straight from the A go to Cascades on a Sunday
I'm a young nigga straight from the hood I ain't get nothing for my birthday
And they never would put me in first place
But I knew I'll be turning up one day
When they turned their back on me it took my hear away
But when i'm gone they gone remember my name
You just hear me on that mic you never been through my pain
It's feeling like i gotta die so i can fly
Turn they back on me
Turn they back on me
Feel like I cant breath when niggas turn they back on me
Turn they back on me
Turn they back on me
Be in the streets just keep it G
Be in the streets just keep it G
We be in them streets
You don't live like me
You don't live like me
You ain't seen what i seen
Oh see you don't live like me
You ain't seen what i seen
Writer: Willie Harrington
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