Lyrics:
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Without struggle boy you can't grow
I love the streets
And even though we sold drugs
And paid for it in blood
I love the streets
No matter
of a sudden you're supposed to be an MC?
Yo, that's wack, it just ain't right
You only stood on one stage in your whole damn life
Now you want respect, hey
the clout? (Nigga what's yo goals?)
(Nigga what's yo goals?)
(Nigga what's yo—)
My goal is to touch a cool mill right before my life seal
My goal is to be
hero swore he wouldn't be the next nigga
to lose his life in this dope game cocaine
He told me don't trust nobody; his best friend was the trigga man
I
Or I'll be forced to hit yo a** up I give a f***
I'm sick inside my mind, why you sweatin' me?
It's gonna take an army full of crooked a** cops to come
treading lightly
They're disguising
How untimely got you blinded By the light beam
Not surprising
From where I'm seeing
Won't stop the trick
More than likely
Yo catch that lil boy man
You think you can run away
You trynna do
You know you can’t run away
When you choose this life
You can’t break the code
Everybody food and tonight is a buffet
So I’ma grab a plate and give yo ass a forklift
Nah this ain’t no record this a fiend with a dope hit, look
Who you
tears fall and seep
Deep into my pillow
Mind race like the Indy 500
Spine tingling in my slumber
Paralyzed by the truths of my life
Turn onto my cheek
make moves while the crew go out an check mates
I'm that great bitches looking until they neck break
Her neck work made it disappear like boy yo dick
Always been scared of myself
Cos my mum told me, I was a man by the age of six
Started to see like nobody else
Although I didn't have a license
Boy
an check mates
I'm that great bitches looking until they neck break
Her neck work made it disappear like boy yo dick in MySpace
Read between the lines
ain't on until you hear of threats on your life
I got the word, me and my niggas rode on that night
Thank the Lord I'm reading a text, I never read a kite
Swing low, sweet chariot
Please come carry us
I don't trust the government
They tryna Jim Carrey us
Woah now, please don't treat my life like a show
thug, love
[Angie - over end of hook]
Yo, hey yo, uhh
Yo, yo, yo-yo, uhh
Aiyyo I met him at a club, spendin dubs, Mr. Superthug
Pulled up with
mastered pain with what we smokin'
Raw made hustlers on my block stars like Billy Ocean
Dope money, if the alphabet boys knew what we grossin'
I'd have
Jonnhy
Johnny
Johnny
Johnny
Whip
Whip
Whip
Whip
Johnny Test
Whip that boy I hit him in his chest
Pussy boy I'm comin for yo mothafuckin' neck
Johnny
sell on the cell phone
How you sellin' dope when it smell wrong?
Yeah
Woah, woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Fightin' for your life, spin by the hospital
beat
Me and Ren in the black CE, yo,
Poppin' some funky shit by the D.O.C
I gotta get paid, paid in a hurry see
I gotta have it if I'm not paid fully
officially the realest
Point blank period
Whether I still live in the hood or just visit
Whatever you can do in the hood I done did it
That why the dope boys
officially the realest
Point blank period
Whether I still live in the hood or just visit
Whatever you can do in the hood I done did it
That why the dope boys
officially the realest
Point blank period
Whether I still live in the hood or just visit
Whatever you can do in the hood I done did it
That why the dope boys
Chasing dough
Everything sold out
Yeah yeah
I've been on go my whole life
No slowing down
Doing shows
Chasing dough
Everything sold out
I was selling dope
Yo everything ain't alright man?
I ain't' eatin'
You ain't eatin' what you mean you ain't eatin' you ain't making this paper man?
Everybody eats
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