P Streets - We Good Now Lyrics

I said mama we good now
We ain't gotta cry no more
Ian gotta hustle or sell drugs no more...

I told polo we good now
We ain't gone cry no more
Or Get locked up
We ain't gone fry no more

I kno i put u thru hell
I wiped ya tears
I jus wish it would stop
My heart bleeding
I put it back in my pocket

Certain days I wished my grandma Was around
But that's ah whole nother topic
Took us thru hell
Who woulda knew we was popping
(Damn)

It's f*cked up
How you played me my nigga
You took my chain
That never made me my nigga

Blood or not that shit want save u my nigga
I love my brudda
That shit amazing my nigga

From crying nights on the payvment my nigga
But any ways
I'm still the hardest when it come to this shit
Gave you my all how you fumble my shit, give me the ball ima run it like Vick

It's fourth Quater all my dogs locked down ima run with the stick
Get rich or not ian punt'nem shit

Better pray for em
Seen better days when it came to my wrist
I lost paper then I started losing my bitch I kepted focused
But lost my mind in the mix Miami fine but i won't chill in no bricks

Ima city nigga we go to war with them sticks
It's crunch time we go to shooting youngins loaded with dicks

I'm from the beans we go brazy is shit. But y'all don't hear me tho
The streets safe but y'all don't hear me tho

The streets waiting jus to see me blow (Yea)
I hit this chick then I went adios
I lost some niggas the went dominos

After that shooting I was mad at joe
All my dogs turned they back
I use to hate it how they did me tho

I said mama we good now
We ain't gotta cry no more
Ian gotta hustle or sell drugs no more...

I told polo we good now
We ain't gone cry no more
Or Get locked up
We ain't gone fry no more