Producer: Real Red
Chorus :
I give my lil Nîgga hope
Ain't finna give em no dope
Won't let em sell they soul
Some shit that i was never told
Was on the edge with no rope
Life in the streets ain't no joke
Winter season it was cold
Couldn't even afford a coat
I was down
I was broke
I know how it feel lil bro
I had to pick up a pole
I Had to rob
For some clothes
I thank god for my growth
I want the bills Buffalo
I just wanna let you know
That ain't the way u should go
Verse 1 :
It was cold in the house
So we used the stove
Going to school with snooty nose
Hand washed same clothes
Ashamed to f*ck with some hoes
Came from the dungeon
Like Derrick i rose
Realist shit that i composed
Niggas laughed and make jokes
It ain't funny when u broke
Dropped outta school
But I'm educated
I just never made graduation
Hood nigga
But can make conversations
Took off like a plane
Then i gravitated
Real nigga award
I should be nominated
Never hesitated
To get me some money baby
Check yo calculations
Glock on me
Not for decoration
Nigga play
He'll become a demonstration
What a tragic situation
Couldnt let em take me
One of a kind
Can't duplicate me
With the music shit
Stayed dedicated
Just watched for the snakes
That's perpetrating
They'll blind ya ass
Like pepper spray
I'm the one tryna motivate ya
Verse 2 :
I know you wanna crash like f*ck it
I know u want me to change the subject
F*ck a OG f*ck a big homie
Don't be another Nîgga puppet
If u gone up it
Den bust it
I been thru it alll
Just trust me
Ask my mama i was thugging
& i came up from nothing
You go to the pen
U see who yo friends
Won't pick up a phone
Or pick up a pen
Hold up ya chin
And nigga don't bend
Keep yo mouth close
And just be a man
I came with scars
And they cut me deep
I made promises
I couldn't even keep
Having no food
It made me a beast
All they said
Was keep going Gp
Didn't. Nobody give a damn
I had to struggle i had to hustle
To get to where i am
Pain blunts backwood
Stuffed with 5 grams
My nigga Youn know the half
But I'ma let you do the math
Rich MvcGp - No Guidance Lyrics
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English
Producer: Real Red
Chorus :
I give my lil Nîgga hope
Ain't finna give em no dope
Won't let em sell they soul
Some shit that i was never told
Was on the edge with no rope
Life in the streets ain't no joke
Winter season it was cold
Couldn't even afford a coat
I was down
I was broke
I know how it feel lil bro
I had to pick up a pole
I Had to rob
For some clothes
I thank god for my growth
I want the bills Buffalo
I just wanna let you know
That ain't the way u should go
Verse 1 :
It was cold in the house
So we used the stove
Going to school with snooty nose
Hand washed same clothes
Ashamed to f*ck with some hoes
Came from the dungeon
Like Derrick i rose
Realist shit that i composed
Niggas laughed and make jokes
It ain't funny when u broke
Dropped outta school
But I'm educated
I just never made graduation
Hood nigga
But can make conversations
Took off like a plane
Then i gravitated
Real nigga award
I should be nominated
Never hesitated
To get me some money baby
Check yo calculations
Glock on me
Not for decoration
Nigga play
He'll become a demonstration
What a tragic situation
Couldnt let em take me
One of a kind
Can't duplicate me
With the music shit
Stayed dedicated
Just watched for the snakes
That's perpetrating
They'll blind ya ass
Like pepper spray
I'm the one tryna motivate ya
Verse 2 :
I know you wanna crash like f*ck it
I know u want me to change the subject
F*ck a OG f*ck a big homie
Don't be another Nîgga puppet
If u gone up it
Den bust it
I been thru it alll
Just trust me
Ask my mama i was thugging
& i came up from nothing
You go to the pen
U see who yo friends
Won't pick up a phone
Or pick up a pen
Hold up ya chin
And nigga don't bend
Keep yo mouth close
And just be a man
I came with scars
And they cut me deep
I made promises
I couldn't even keep
Having no food
It made me a beast
All they said
Was keep going Gp
Didn't. Nobody give a damn
I had to struggle i had to hustle
To get to where i am
Pain blunts backwood
Stuffed with 5 grams
My nigga Youn know the half
But I'ma let you do the math
Chorus :
I give my lil Nîgga hope
Ain't finna give em no dope
Won't let em sell they soul
Some shit that i was never told
Was on the edge with no rope
Life in the streets ain't no joke
Winter season it was cold
Couldn't even afford a coat
I was down
I was broke
I know how it feel lil bro
I had to pick up a pole
I Had to rob
For some clothes
I thank god for my growth
I want the bills Buffalo
I just wanna let you know
That ain't the way u should go
Verse 1 :
It was cold in the house
So we used the stove
Going to school with snooty nose
Hand washed same clothes
Ashamed to f*ck with some hoes
Came from the dungeon
Like Derrick i rose
Realist shit that i composed
Niggas laughed and make jokes
It ain't funny when u broke
Dropped outta school
But I'm educated
I just never made graduation
Hood nigga
But can make conversations
Took off like a plane
Then i gravitated
Real nigga award
I should be nominated
Never hesitated
To get me some money baby
Check yo calculations
Glock on me
Not for decoration
Nigga play
He'll become a demonstration
What a tragic situation
Couldnt let em take me
One of a kind
Can't duplicate me
With the music shit
Stayed dedicated
Just watched for the snakes
That's perpetrating
They'll blind ya ass
Like pepper spray
I'm the one tryna motivate ya
Verse 2 :
I know you wanna crash like f*ck it
I know u want me to change the subject
F*ck a OG f*ck a big homie
Don't be another Nîgga puppet
If u gone up it
Den bust it
I been thru it alll
Just trust me
Ask my mama i was thugging
& i came up from nothing
You go to the pen
U see who yo friends
Won't pick up a phone
Or pick up a pen
Hold up ya chin
And nigga don't bend
Keep yo mouth close
And just be a man
I came with scars
And they cut me deep
I made promises
I couldn't even keep
Having no food
It made me a beast
All they said
Was keep going Gp
Didn't. Nobody give a damn
I had to struggle i had to hustle
To get to where i am
Pain blunts backwood
Stuffed with 5 grams
My nigga Youn know the half
But I'ma let you do the math