Lyrics:
the gangsta girls shake it and they all smell good
Lived this legendary pimp (pimp) by the name of Fresh
Fix hair, fix nails, fix toes, fix breast
But one
use words like hella or the bomb
So many celebs that live in Gwinnett
Tryna say Downtown when they tell you where they from
Me, I'm from the 'burbs,
ain't finna stay bitch you boring
And I'm really getting tired of this shit
All this hate in my city they all want to kill me
But I'm willing to die by
a king had lived in the same house with all his riches
Jim would have looked at his watch every time they met
Jim knew that no king had anything so
Feels like home
I came by just to reminisce
decide to look inside to find everything I miss
Amiss
They tore the walls down
And I'm fucking pissed
Right
where we lived
I'm peachy where we live. Beatin's where we live
Broke the promises where my momma used to renege
I hated that shit like when Nico left me
The stella I had
She wasn't bad
Once lived on the streets
On the streets no more
There's not much lore
But I will tell you
What I knew before
She
on the street, they cold forgot ya 'cause'.
Don't wanna see ya on your back,
So for me stay sucka free, 'cause you don't need that, Homie.
Dear Homie...
words how they hurt me, I'll never forget it
And as the time, it went by, I lived to regret it
You're no son, no son of mine
But where should I go,
And now we've come to that time
Where the legend of Griselda lives forever (ah)
The Butcher comin', nigga
Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now
nothing more to lose
Everything that they lived for
Have been swallowed up in violence
So now the ask
Wuside peace?
She is not in the house, I have checked
keep they stash in they ash
Round where I'm from
Uptown and that Nolia we sold smoked chumps
Quick to steal a nigga any time of the day
If his ass outta
with blades and cannons I ain’t talking bout no Megaman
Streets was never cold, it was 80 in December
Santa never came, we cracking niggas shit like they
I still get brain, no hands, no teeth, uh
Nowadays, n****s the killas on the beat, uh
But where I was raised all of the killas was down the street
on liquor
I had women on women
Yeah that's bunk bed bitches
I've done lived more than an eighty year old man still kickin'
Cause they live for some
where niggaz pitchin' that butter
When niggaz up in your mother, they get knocked by undercovers, man
For all my sisters who on they own with they
Forest Heights where I'm from
You give krag weg if you run
Heard that bum bum bum bum
Not the klopse with the drums
Heard they stiek ouens for fun
where I came up, nigga
On a scaffold doing ten sets of ten, getting my weight up nigga!
I'm no shooter, but my shooters'll have your brain exposed
But
to be blocked by the rock
And the pain
Hold me up and carry on
When I was in the wrestling profession
I'd oversee every single confession
They're coming
settled in the quaint, Northern town where people are friendly
We can walk in to a watering-hole and they call us by name
Small town streets are where I'll
man indeed
Can I find out where he once lived
When he was in Paris
Maybe I'll trade a soul or an ear
Drum with him
Visit cafe near Paul Sartre
[Chorus]
In these streets, where we from
We all caught in the game
Tryna pull our life out of the drain
If you don't make it, you the one to blame
Precised by everybody
Look how I extended
They wanna join my route
We busy smoking the same blunt
The same trump we are on got lot of empty spaces
livin' my life
Till they come carry me away
I've been there in LA nights
In the block where I came up
My pops used to hate
When we hanged with them
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