If don't f*ck wit me
Why u sticking round
Cuz i got money from the streets
Going in n out
Robberies, b & es
Aint no handouts
Now im rapping
Wit ma gs
I'm da man now
Had to go through
The struggle
I was 10 years old
Told my momma
That i loved her
But my pops been gone
She be crying at nights
Cuz i been doi wrong
No i aint ever tried
But i can't move on
I stayed rolling
Thru the back streets
N packed heat
Aint nobody ever know me
Them fake gs
I had times where i cried to sleep
Where i tried to flee
Tried to die
Cuz i never really felt that free
And thats me
My story never ends
4-5 plants in ma basement
Marajuana filled my pockets
Wit bens
And my moms didn't know
Thats the way it is
(CHORUS)
Had to go through
The struggle
I was 15
Little did my family know
I was sneaking
Broke and entered on a home
Out in Pc
Stole a 45, cash and some we-eed
Thought my homie
Was solid but he's speaking
Knock knock knock knock
Its the police
No i aint home try to find me leaving
Stashing weed in woods while its freezing
Now you know the story
Never went back to it
Caught a case cuz a bitch
Afraid to catch that fluid
I aint ever f*cking round
Never saw his face again
I aint ever f*ckin round
Hope i catch him in da end
(CHORUS)
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English
If don't f*ck wit me
Why u sticking round
Cuz i got money from the streets
Going in n out
Robberies, b & es
Aint no handouts
Now im rapping
Wit ma gs
I'm da man now
Had to go through
The struggle
I was 10 years old
Told my momma
That i loved her
But my pops been gone
She be crying at nights
Cuz i been doi wrong
No i aint ever tried
But i can't move on
I stayed rolling
Thru the back streets
N packed heat
Aint nobody ever know me
Them fake gs
I had times where i cried to sleep
Where i tried to flee
Tried to die
Cuz i never really felt that free
And thats me
My story never ends
4-5 plants in ma basement
Marajuana filled my pockets
Wit bens
And my moms didn't know
Thats the way it is
(CHORUS)
Had to go through
The struggle
I was 15
Little did my family know
I was sneaking
Broke and entered on a home
Out in Pc
Stole a 45, cash and some we-eed
Thought my homie
Was solid but he's speaking
Knock knock knock knock
Its the police
No i aint home try to find me leaving
Stashing weed in woods while its freezing
Now you know the story
Never went back to it
Caught a case cuz a bitch
Afraid to catch that fluid
I aint ever f*cking round
Never saw his face again
I aint ever f*ckin round
Hope i catch him in da end
(CHORUS)
Why u sticking round
Cuz i got money from the streets
Going in n out
Robberies, b & es
Aint no handouts
Now im rapping
Wit ma gs
I'm da man now
Had to go through
The struggle
I was 10 years old
Told my momma
That i loved her
But my pops been gone
She be crying at nights
Cuz i been doi wrong
No i aint ever tried
But i can't move on
I stayed rolling
Thru the back streets
N packed heat
Aint nobody ever know me
Them fake gs
I had times where i cried to sleep
Where i tried to flee
Tried to die
Cuz i never really felt that free
And thats me
My story never ends
4-5 plants in ma basement
Marajuana filled my pockets
Wit bens
And my moms didn't know
Thats the way it is
(CHORUS)
Had to go through
The struggle
I was 15
Little did my family know
I was sneaking
Broke and entered on a home
Out in Pc
Stole a 45, cash and some we-eed
Thought my homie
Was solid but he's speaking
Knock knock knock knock
Its the police
No i aint home try to find me leaving
Stashing weed in woods while its freezing
Now you know the story
Never went back to it
Caught a case cuz a bitch
Afraid to catch that fluid
I aint ever f*cking round
Never saw his face again
I aint ever f*ckin round
Hope i catch him in da end
(CHORUS)
Writer: HARRY LAWSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave