(Okay)
Big homie died cross the tracks right down the street
I was 10 plus 2 big bro was 14 (Rip)
Sirens, choppers going can never get no sleep
Wonder when I die will they remember me
I don't need no pussy, I need loyalty
Who am I to trust my own blood switched on me
Drowning out my pain I'm crushing roxy tings
Plus my bitch killing my mood she playing tricks on me
Grandma said your cousin loccin he slide hide your things
Turned around and kicked me out was in the flats too deep
My tio had to leave the state yea he had to flee
While my pops behind the gate serving his 19, damn
These the times of our life
Signs of the times, momma grind all her life
I know we ain't all get the same piece of the pie
All I ever wanted was some peace in my mind, yea yea
So we ride strapped like some dykes
Half a mile to the bus stop for the route 45
Hitting my momma for advice was so simple at the time
Daydreaming who I could be on the route 45 (Okay)
Erky, jerky, lurking, I got perkys on my mind
Asian bitch she pretty she want Cez all up inside
Ride or die, come again, come in last I'd rather die
You be kicking with the homies that ain't got no spine (F*cking snakes)
Catch me in the hood writing rhymes getting fly
I remember times all I needed was a high
Picked me up a scale when I ain't have a dime
Ride through the ave flipping, hand shaking making ties
You is just a middle man like a bitch f*cking two guys
What you want, tell me how much you willing to sacrifice, yea yea
In these times of your life, try and decide, these the times of our life woah, woah
These the times of our life
Signs of the times, momma grind all her life
I know we ain't all get the same piece of the pie
All I ever wanted was some peace in my mind, yea yea
So we ride strapped like some dykes
Half a mile to the bus stop for the route 45
Hitting my momma for advice was so simple at the time
Daydreaming who I could be on the route 45
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English
(Okay)
Big homie died cross the tracks right down the street
I was 10 plus 2 big bro was 14 (Rip)
Sirens, choppers going can never get no sleep
Wonder when I die will they remember me
I don't need no pussy, I need loyalty
Who am I to trust my own blood switched on me
Drowning out my pain I'm crushing roxy tings
Plus my bitch killing my mood she playing tricks on me
Grandma said your cousin loccin he slide hide your things
Turned around and kicked me out was in the flats too deep
My tio had to leave the state yea he had to flee
While my pops behind the gate serving his 19, damn
These the times of our life
Signs of the times, momma grind all her life
I know we ain't all get the same piece of the pie
All I ever wanted was some peace in my mind, yea yea
So we ride strapped like some dykes
Half a mile to the bus stop for the route 45
Hitting my momma for advice was so simple at the time
Daydreaming who I could be on the route 45 (Okay)
Erky, jerky, lurking, I got perkys on my mind
Asian bitch she pretty she want Cez all up inside
Ride or die, come again, come in last I'd rather die
You be kicking with the homies that ain't got no spine (F*cking snakes)
Catch me in the hood writing rhymes getting fly
I remember times all I needed was a high
Picked me up a scale when I ain't have a dime
Ride through the ave flipping, hand shaking making ties
You is just a middle man like a bitch f*cking two guys
What you want, tell me how much you willing to sacrifice, yea yea
In these times of your life, try and decide, these the times of our life woah, woah
These the times of our life
Signs of the times, momma grind all her life
I know we ain't all get the same piece of the pie
All I ever wanted was some peace in my mind, yea yea
So we ride strapped like some dykes
Half a mile to the bus stop for the route 45
Hitting my momma for advice was so simple at the time
Daydreaming who I could be on the route 45
Big homie died cross the tracks right down the street
I was 10 plus 2 big bro was 14 (Rip)
Sirens, choppers going can never get no sleep
Wonder when I die will they remember me
I don't need no pussy, I need loyalty
Who am I to trust my own blood switched on me
Drowning out my pain I'm crushing roxy tings
Plus my bitch killing my mood she playing tricks on me
Grandma said your cousin loccin he slide hide your things
Turned around and kicked me out was in the flats too deep
My tio had to leave the state yea he had to flee
While my pops behind the gate serving his 19, damn
These the times of our life
Signs of the times, momma grind all her life
I know we ain't all get the same piece of the pie
All I ever wanted was some peace in my mind, yea yea
So we ride strapped like some dykes
Half a mile to the bus stop for the route 45
Hitting my momma for advice was so simple at the time
Daydreaming who I could be on the route 45 (Okay)
Erky, jerky, lurking, I got perkys on my mind
Asian bitch she pretty she want Cez all up inside
Ride or die, come again, come in last I'd rather die
You be kicking with the homies that ain't got no spine (F*cking snakes)
Catch me in the hood writing rhymes getting fly
I remember times all I needed was a high
Picked me up a scale when I ain't have a dime
Ride through the ave flipping, hand shaking making ties
You is just a middle man like a bitch f*cking two guys
What you want, tell me how much you willing to sacrifice, yea yea
In these times of your life, try and decide, these the times of our life woah, woah
These the times of our life
Signs of the times, momma grind all her life
I know we ain't all get the same piece of the pie
All I ever wanted was some peace in my mind, yea yea
So we ride strapped like some dykes
Half a mile to the bus stop for the route 45
Hitting my momma for advice was so simple at the time
Daydreaming who I could be on the route 45
Writer: cesar moreno
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