[Hook] Mama never understand why I'm out here in these streets Out here hanging with these gangsters She know killers stay with me She'll never understand niggas out here play for keeps So I gotta keep it on me because I know it ain't sweet And my mama always saying "Boy these niggas ain't your friends" But I never understand I can't get it through my head Cause I love my niggas And my niggas love me So I'm out here in these streets And that's what its gone be
[Verse 1] 9 years old when I brought that knife to school Every since that day my mama knew I was a fool Way back when I used to wear my cousins shoes Back when 50 cent had made me wanna be a goon Back when me and mama kept our change in a drawer Let it add up and take them shits to coin store All I ever wanted was to be a hood star Smoking, thinking "how the fuck I get this foreign car?" Used to couldn't sleep I was so turnt on Christmas eve Woke up Christmas morning Wasn't shit under the tree Ain't do no complaining and I took that shit like a G Now she understand why I always was a thief I was broke and I was poor I was stealing out the store Back when me and ma were staying in the (?) Twelve years old when I first jumped off the porch I started hanging with them gangsters That's when I stopped playing sports
[Verse 2] Remember back day When I used to catch the rapid At the Windermere Trying to catch a nigga lacking Mama used to have to buy my shoes from Mr. Alex Used to punch on niggas because they parents had them swagging Swear to squad to tell the truth And only nothing but the truth 13 drinking 40's in the basement with Young Lou That was way back when we told Molly don't shoot Turned into a fucking goon Because I want that name too I was doing drugs with my niggas in the hood Posted in the hood trying to be like Young Hood Used to stay with TJ Damn that boy a good cook Used to watch him work that stove when I should've had a book 14 years old I remember those days Sleeping in the trap with Bullyman and OG Dane Fuck with Lil Dough And he gon' pop a nigga brains You know what I claim Bitch I'm Taliban gang
[Verse 3] Remember when I used to stay in Lil Will attic On the block with Poopy posted like a fucking savage If you looking for us bitch we out here with them cannons Thugging in these Cleveland Knowles where we standing Spend that firm up I love them niggas like my blood Way back when Gutter used to call me son Way before they ever used to let me touch a gun They want me to rap I grab that strap I'm tryna thug Better not trust (?) All that nigga do is scheme Used to fuck on bitches then I stole that hoe's keys Wait until she leave Go back and get everything I got what you need Probably sell it for some weed Pour a whole pint Thinking about my old life Mama moved me out the hood I went and robbed the whole heights Everyday I'm on that bus I'm right back on that Knowles life You want war It's on sight And you won't get told twice
[Verse 3] I was hitting licks with Goonie doing drills Remember Goonie caught that body with my steel Mama kicked me out because she kept on finding steels Really in the field Nigga put that shit on Mills I got caught lackin' before That's why I'll always keep my whodie Taking out the trash, still had that pole on me I can't be a stain No, I can't go homie Still'll rob a nigga and I got that Roll on me T rock got that 40 And that's A-Rod with that chopper On my son I shot my Glock Ask my mama how I rock Call up Murder Man Kev He be shooting on the opps And free Chino with that Mac I told him keep his head high Free my nigga Baby Shaq We call him Mr. Red Dot Free B and Free DJ I wish he missed that head shot Rubberband money gang Nigga free my bandsquad Cross me and you gon' die You better not play with Band God Bitch you know we heartless You know what my niggas yelling (what up) I remain a felon Nah, I never start telling (what up) Used to tell my mama when I'm free I'm gon' do better I came home and brought that Mac Ma, you already knew better
[Hook] Mama never understand why I'm out here in these streets Out here hanging with these gangsters She know killers stay with me She'll never understand niggas out here play for keeps So I gotta keep it on me because I know it ain't sweet And my mama always saying "Boy these niggas ain't your friends" But I never understand I can't get it through my head Cause I love my niggas And my niggas love me So I'm out here in these streets And that's what its gone beTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
