Lyrics:
The age of 23
Nigga, I'm from New York City of Poughkeepsie
Shout out to my family cause I know That they believe in me
Mama, I'ma move you to them hills,
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
Niggas done told me I wouldn’t be nothing now look at me I’m oss now
Kith on my shirt say fuck the system my city we really be lit now
I can’t get
Struggle in these streets surviving by all means
Lost a couple friends riding to the end not how it's supposed to be
No way to end love no clock
it
CG died, I couldn't believe my eyes
I seen him bleedin' coughing
I still hear his mom screamin
God, please, but that ain't stop it
10-0-D, he was
the 45 yeah I always move tact'
One wrong move that's hollows in your back
Try to run up you get turned to a pack
Fuck all the opps they died just like
Life been good but I think I can smell the rain up in the air
Eternal storm up on my body cause it made me who I am
I really wish DJ had died from
you
I gotta tell the truth I can't lie
If I died and left my kids you wouldn't shoot them nan dime
If I caught a hundred years mama died from all
niggas hope I make it far
It's envy in my city gotta make it out
Heard he got hit by his mans it was all for da clout
Every since dis paper start coming
fly away forever
3) Johnnys' daughter hates her life in this goddamn town
She runs away forever to be free
But the city eats her sanity, she
the ladies that got dick on they mind
From the windy city down to the dirty south
Like Luda you know I beat that shit by the (word of mouf)
I sold 350
to Meeeexico
Called up my mama, said I'm in love with a stripper, yo
Ten grand, let me see you shake it like you got no
bones in your body and you was
to Meeeexico
Called up my mama, said I'm in love with a stripper, yo
Ten grand, let me see you shake it like you got no
bones in your body and you was
to Meeeexico
Called up my mama, said I'm in love with a stripper, yo
Ten grand, let me see you shake it like you got no
bones in your body and you was made
city
I'm repping BDG
Han hann han han
Fly for my people, no coming down, no timing
99 problems, solution not one, ma koba mi hmm
Depression blew
dirty for a dime
Mama stopped believing when daddy died in Vietnam
Raised her son on borrowed time
Well, the moonshine runs stronger than the Mississippi
Hustle hard til that Miami plug failed like Ace Hood
But I always put on for my city my face good
Sunday Dinner at big mama house my plate good
Im from
addicts who shoot up
In the veins of they feet
That shit gave us the jeepers creeps
But a nigga had to get it though
I wasn't a d-boy by choice I
Had to get
addicts who shoot up
In the veins of they feet
That shit gave us the jeepers creeps
But a nigga had to get it though
I wasn't a d-boy by choice I
Had to get
You gotta stand on ten
Yeah forever standing on ten
Say I'm a opp but that boy never spin
Fuck your lil brother
I know that he dead
Hop out the rolls
not a game
He getting beat by the whole city but he still on live screaming gang
Juvie you know that shii a shame
These n***** doing anything for
I've been known, I love ya'll for this
I wouldn't wear it tho
I know father died, mother died, got me?
130 the producer ayyy, Rich Homie Baby!
15
I'm just riding through the city
Clearing shit up off my mind
Blowing the freshest of the finer
Coming straight up off the pound
Living under city
like ten thousand on this fit (no cap)
I ain't gon' lie, lately I been on my Rick shit
Ain't gotta turn the lights on 'cause my wrist lit ('cause my
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