Premo Da Don - Kickin' Lyrics

I got tired of the blunts
But the pills keep kickin
Momma stay up in my ear
She hate how I'm livin
I been up in the street
Buggin juggin trippin
She's afraid one day i might get caught slippin
Told my pops I'm gon make it back home
I been up in the streets tryna right my wrongs
Block to the stu turn pain into songs
Can't hang wit the snakes we just don't get along
In the street where the real dont last long
Industry fighting say we don't belong
They gon feel me by the end of this song
Trust and believe im coming out strong
Know a couple gon snake me
Pray the devil don't take me
Keep my pistol off safety
But a couple niggas envy
Do this shit for my family
Bet these niggas wanna end me
But these niggas can't get me
In these streets can't move friendly
Portray me as the enemy (uh)
I got tired of the blunts
But the pills keep kickin
Momma stay in my ear
She hate how I'm livin
I been up in the street
Buggin juggin trippin
She's afraid one day i might get caught slippin
Use my voice
That's my main choice
Crowd make noise
Brand new rolls Royce
Keep on rappin it works
Even when the shit hurts
Momma need a new purse
Needa milli before i see that hearse
F*ck the opps put them on shirts
Bullets hit angles like kurt
To the sky we tired of dirt
New boy move like a jerk
We gon jug we gon rob
Paper chase never stop
Give or take we get guap
Bad bitch top notch
My life a movie
My Bitch not a groupie
That's Worda uzi
She bad and boujie
She keep it solid
The streets get violent
I'm safe inside
Ass real fat i stay behind it
Every verse she know I'm wildin
I keep her smilin
Blessed up she see that I'm grinding
Flex up that's perfect timing
Eat up
And one beat up
Tint up
Can't see us
Framlink come see us
Remember i was nothing
Now they ask for features
They see I'm buggin
Now they want features
I got tired of the blunts
But the pills keep kickin
Momma stay in my ear
She hate how I'm livin
I been in the street
Buggin juggin trippin
She's afraid one day i might get caught slippin
Remember i was nothing
Now they ask for features
They see I'm buggin
Now they want features
I got tired of the blunts
But the pills keep kickin
Momma stay in my ear
She hate how I'm livin
I been in the street
Buggin juggin trippin
She's afraid one day i might get caught slippin
I got tired of the blunts
But the pills keep kickin
Momma stay in my ear
She hate how I'm livin
I been in the street
Buggin juggin trippin
She's afraid one day i might get caught slippin