[Chorus] I prayed to God that I would make it to the top A young street nigga tryna make it off the block I told my niggas yeah, we all we got I told my niggas yeah, we all we got We all we got, we all we got, we all we got, we all we got We all we got, we all we got, we all we got, we all we got
[Verse 1] Been in the streets all my life Business beef all my life I'ma ride if you wrong or right Pussy niggas gon' be gone tonight I ain't saw you in a minute Wishing you was here to see how shit changed I was young, blowing money fast It was gone as quick as it came I know when you fucked up When you're stressed out, I be feeling your pain I'm probably feeling the same We just some young niggas about money Ain't never shitted on nobody I do the crime, I do the time I ain't finna pin it on nobody, hey My nigga, my shooter, I know he'll do you He carry that Ruger, he carry that Ruger My niggas like to rob, I had to tell my lil nigga chill Fuck around catch a charge You gon' be gone for about a hundred years
[Chorus] I prayed to God that I would make it to the top A young street nigga tryna make it off the block I told my niggas yeah, we all we got I told my niggas yeah, we all we got We all we got, we all we got, we all we got, we all we got We all we got, we all we got, we all we got, we all we got
[Verse 2] I'm clutching on iron all through the city The shit that I'm rapping, I'm really living Ain't even been to the hood in a minute These niggas start hating, they want to kill me Fake love, fuck around and get wet up Head on my shoulder, won't go for the setup My foot on the pedal, fuck no I won't let up Claiming he real, I told him to shut up I need some real friends and not them fake ones Niggas they changed, supposed to be my day ones Fuck repping the hood, I'm repping the state I got a lot on my plate Go to sleep with a K and don't ever need play My lil nigga got shot in his face These lil niggas gon' take your plate if you don't eat Young niggas tied to the streets My lil nigga died in these streets Yeah, yeah
[Chorus] I prayed to God that I would make it to the top A young street nigga tryna make it off the block I told my niggas yeah, we all we got I told my niggas yeah, we all we got We all we got, we all we got, we all we got, we all we got We all we got, we all we got, we all we got, we all we got
[Verse 3] I just saw my niggas get arrested I know he was loyal and respected Told him cool it down, he neglected Now he at Department of Corrections Visitation, peeping his expressions Nigga told me that he learned his lesson Missing from his kids, he depressed Mama stressing, praying for a blessing You know I got love for your struggle Even though you keep it on the under Fuck that nigga, take that nigga under Shit talking, hit him with a plunger I just hit a lick for some jiggas We gon' split it right down the middle I don't even gotta pay a hitter That shit just a hobby to my nigga I ain't ever hiding from you niggas Turn into Bin Ladin on you nigga I know you been plottin' on me, scheming Followed your baby mama to the cleaners I know where you live, where you sleep at Send my nigga right to where you eat at Cool it down, you don't want to see that Cool it down, you don't want to see that Young nigga, yeah yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
