Marky B - Choices to Make Lyrics

Cutting off niggas that i thought
I thought was gon be there for me
You was my brother but how i know
You aint care for me
How i know
You aint care for me
You was my brother but how i know that you aint care for me we spinning them blocks

I know i got a choice to make a 9-5 or choose the streets
But the streets aint never ride for me and they said they was gon slide for me
I tell the judge to suck my dick im facing time life on the line
But he could suck my dick
Ohhhhohhhho
Ohhwooohwowoo
He could choose the streets and have the customers they line up blocks for that heat
El chapo on the streets
Or he can choose a 9-5 but that shit was meant for the slaves its not for me
In the streets they say they riding but you know that they wont ride for you
I know you know minimum wage aint worth the time to you
This shit here is crazy lost a couple of my homies to the streets ohhhhhhooo
A couple turned to slaves and they work a 9-5 shit-a send em to the grave but they knewwww

I gotta duck this duck that no i dont beleive that
F*ck this f*ck that stopped looking for they feedback
You see the look in my face cant you tell that i aint comfortable
Im always sharing said you was hungry here's a lunchable
I cant believe this shit not butter cause its butter he spread
But its not a dollar in the world you could pay me for the time ill never get back
I'll never get back again
In the streets a couple niggas say they ridin and they slidin but they never get back
Wipe the handprints off the bullets put it in and click back

Times ticking on my dream it aint nothing you can pay to me
A hundred years my life ona line what the f*ck is you gon say to me

My life up on the line what the f*ck is you gon say to me
It was all in your face i shoulda knew you was gon play with me

I cant work a 9-5 cause to me it feel like slavery
TIME TICKING ON MY DREAM IT AINT NOTHING YOU CAN PAY TO ME
I know i knowww
I knoooowwow i know i knowww
I stop looking for they feedback
I swear that i dont need that im grinding till the
End of me
When i was dead broke aint nobdy even call they aint even show no sympathy
They aint even show no sympathy

I knowww i knowww
That they wont do that time for me
I knowwww i knowwwww
That 9-5 shit aint meant for me
I knowwww i knowowoh
If i was f*cked up they wont send for me
Its okay it wont go over my head again
Sit back and im counting this bread again
I put my passion in the music
And i know they gon respect that
Ohhhowowoh
I see my dreams we gon be selling out shows
The bitches the baddest they gon be lining up to f*ck wit us
To them niggas jackin its static the GLTTT BOW yeah its tucked wit us
I tried to tell em plenty times that them niggas couldnt f*ck wit us

Would you ride for me
Or would you keep it a buck cause what inside of me
Fifty fifty thats a buck and its describing me
Like who hot as me
Like who hot as me

Fighting obsticales but i know that ima make it
My life up on the line they wanna take it
But i cant go like that cant let em take
They wanna see me down and out location aint no tracing
Would you ride for me
Or would you keep it a buck and do that time for me
Do that time for me
Do that time for me
Send a sign for me
Time for me
Time time time time for me
Time time time time for me
Time for me
Time for me