[Chorus] Better look both ways when you cross the street, you better not go be hard-head I swear lil' youngin from the slums just wanna be a hothead Two grams of blow from off the corner turned her to a snot-head I'm where I'm at 'cause I stayed humble through the pain and process I thought you'd keep that shit one hundred, guess I was wrong about that Stayed out one night, now I can't come home, come on with the bullshit I think my heart's still on the corner where the pistols sparkin' (Bop) I done been crossed by closest homies, how the fuck you top that? I swear that we be chasing M&Ms, yeah He disrespect me, put an M on him, yeah I swear that we be chasing M&Ms, yeah He disrespect me, put an M on him, ayy
[Verse] So many nights I cried, like RIP to Ralphie, yeah, I miss you, homie Ten bags from out the kitchen cabinet, trappin', steady gettin' low Grew up with daddy tryna raise his only family on the prison phone From the way I live, know they won't understand me 'cause I had to get my own Tryna figure out why I'm not platinum and I'm snappin' damn near every song Whole fifty thousand on this Patek, we catch him, you know we get him gone Ride back-to-back, them pistols blastin' 'bout rappin', we tryna step on him Live by the knife, die by the ratchet, what's crackin'? The type of time I'm on I gained some love from off the corner Two double cups would get me in my zone Had on a mask way before they made Corona Feel like they fake, why they won't leave me 'lone? That new G-Wag' sit up tall like a Hummer Wait for the cash, I went and had a number We get the packs and got the lowest numbers
[Chorus] Better look both ways when you cross the street, you better not go be hard-head I swear lil' youngin from the slums just wanna be a hothead Two grams of blow from off the corner turned her to a snot-head I'm where I'm at 'cause I stayed humble through the pain and process I thought you'd keep that shit one hundred, guess I was wrong about that Stayed out one night, now I can't come home, come on with the bullshit I think my heart's still on the corner where the pistols sparkin' I done been crossed by closest homies, how the fuck you top that? I swear that we be chasing M&Ms, yeah He disrespect me, put an M on him, yeah I swear that we be chasing M&Ms, yeah He disrespect me, put an M on himTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
