[Verse 1] I was fresh home, dead broke, still, I felt blessed (Blessed) All my niggas gettin' money, still, I felt left (Ah) We was buyin' light way before we went jail (Yeah) Came home, everybody's cookin' it themself (Cookin') I'm jel, told my nigga hurry, get me in the kitch' (Kitch') In a hurry to get rich (Rich), but I can't get nicked (No) Cah that case ain't over yet, they got me on bail (Ah) Passport and they want a surety as well (Ah) Sis had to pay, man, I didn't have a dime (Nonе) Life, I'm really gettin' sick of doin' crimе (Yeah) But I can't do that time for that shit they're accusin' (No) Hammer and a shootin' (Shootin') There's no way that I'm losin' (No) Bros on it too, but they got him on two (Ah) Plus three hammers, they said one of them were used To hit a boy (Hit a boy), I'm on tag, I'm a bit annoyed All I'm really thinkin,' though, this case, I gotta beat (Beat) Awaitin' trial, they said it'll take 'em seven weeks (Seven) Told my lawyer when I go to court, I better leave We'll see Thought of waitin' and not knowin' (Knowin') And damn, this shit long, gotta take it in the moment (Yeah)
[Chorus] Tell your story, but don't miss parts I'm just paintin' pictures, man, this shit's art You never know the ending when the shit starts Sometimes it gets real, you gotta switch paths Gotta do what's best, but play by the rules Streets sellin' lies, I try buy it all Mummy told the truth, only see it now When shit gets real, they won't be around
[Verse 2] Let me take you back in time before they kicked the door (Door) Twelve tens, three twos, or we could pick the fours (Options) Rum's house, mummy said "Don't smoke in the room" (No) At one stage, we all had smoke in the room (Ah) Leavin' out, black attire, she don't understand (No) Then couple minutes later, they heard "Bang" (Baow) Runnin' 'round like we weren't sane in the head So much works hot, man, we had to spray paint the ped (Switch it) Forward to the money, I was little league (Little league) 'Til my nigga that's in jail threw a brick on me (Take it) It was pressure, but I got it gone quick Couple months later, gone through about six (Six) Flew it off my brick, didn't care about the feds (No) Plug told me "Pattern up" and sent me down to ends Now I order them slaves (Slaves), forward that flake (Forward) Take more, probably feed about four more estates (Yeah)
[Chorus] Tell your story, but don't miss parts I'm just paintin' pictures, man, this shit's art You never know the ending when the shit starts Sometimes it gets real, you gotta switch paths Gotta do what's best, but play by the rules Streets sellin' lies, I try buy it all Mummy told the truth, only see it now When shit gets real, they won't be around
[Outro] Street side effects, you know, that's some real stuff right there Feel me? You can go to jail, do mad years behind this shit Lose your life behind this, it's real real stuff right now The judge birdied the team, you know Gave your boy sixteen EPP but They say difficult roads often lead to beautiful destinations That's one statement there that I live by, you feel me?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
