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Tony Da Big Homie

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Oh, oh, oh Now what a good die young, what a bad die old
If I wasn't possigated, why my money don't fold
Maybe I'm too flashy, maybe I'm too bold With this pistol in my lap, I think my heart
turn cold Tell me what I'm supposed to do when

When these streets gave me nothing at all What's a dope boy do
When these streets gave me nothing at all What's a gal from the street
I'm from the streets where they kill over crumbs A lot of dope, lot of guns
And I'm a prodigy, cause this hood that I'm from

To make it here is kinda second to none Maybe I be number one
Maybe then we can escape the slums But out here you gotta get you a gun
Maybe get you some funds My mama scared on how cool I become
It's all a shame it all come with the gang She not the one that I blame

That my section full of drugs and these gangs I wanted a name so I got me a chain
And then I got me a range And then this shit couldn't suppress the pain
So I start pouring up to suppress my pain This shit is the same, I'm saying the Lord's
name in vain Forgive me Lord, because I came from the bottom

Where them niggas they don't make it out, don't make it out
Because I came from the bottom You know a nigga with that paper out, that
paper out What to do
I dropped out of school My baby need some milk and my son need some

shoes And I needed to choose and I refuse to lose
If it's hustle being broke, which one you need
Now why the good die young
Why the bad die old

If I wasn't possiggetive, why my money don't fold
Maybe I'm too flashy, maybe I'm too bold With this pistol in my lap I think my heart
turn cold Tell me what I'm supposed to do when
When these streets gave me nothing at all Was a dope boy, dude

When these streets gave me nothing at all Was a ghetto child, dude
The devil tried to lie to me My niggas they done died on me
They mamas they done cried on me I ride cause they would ride for me
My niggas did their time with me Hit the block and they grind with me

We up now, they can shine with me My children spending time with me
My girlfriend keep reminding me She don't want that side of me
Don't die with all that pride in me She said I'm where they tryna be
And I respect her honesty And I respect her honestly, nobody gave me shit

So I gotta speak it honestly, God damn
And these streets gave me nothing at all But to follow you
And these streets gave me nothing at all But to move on you
I think about my hustle and everybody that had benefited

God had been a minute, my life could've been diminished
But you was riding on my opps, came sliding ho
Bullets hit the crib, but I still walked outside the whole sun
What a good die young, what a bad die old If I wasn't possiggeted, why my money don't fold

Maybe I'm too flashy, maybe I'm too bold With this pistol in my lap, I think my heart turn cold
Tell me what I'm supposed to do when
When these streets gave me nothing at all Was a dope boy, dude
When these streets gave me nothing at all Was a dope boy, dude

Remember rapping for the trenches, remember rapping for my celly
Nothing but hunger pains, ramen noodles in my belly
Couldn't wait to be free, a cage wasn't for me
I told the door, I'm on my ball, the day they set me free

Now I was keeping it G, now I'ma keep it a B
I miss standing in the trap, I miss serving the steams
I miss my Glock with a beam, shoot out to opps in between
And yeah I miss the streets, but the streets ain't miss me

Didn't get no mails or letter, cussing at bitches about cheddar
My mama said you do better, my release date feel like forever
And man my commissary low, but I ain't really trying to sweat her
Now I'm stabbing niggas up, so in here ain't any better

Inhumane conditions, the floor smelling pissy
Got a phone from the GDs, you know I'm getting busy
You know the lord is with me, the devil gon' tempt me
My first day out I ran up a whole sixty

We moving like real niggas, we moving like the mob
They can't speak down on me, I did it off a squad
I'm a gangster and a gentleman, and I don't deal with middlemen
All I do is get the money, motherfucker let em hear

Now why the good die young, why the bad die old
If I wasn't possigget it, why my money don't fold
Maybe I'm too flashy, maybe I'm too bold
With this pistol in my lap, I think my heart turn cold

Tell me what I'm supposed to do when
When these streets gave me nothing at all
What's a dope boy do
When these streets gave me nothing at all

What's a ghetto child do

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