Lyrics
(This is really fucking cool)
Understanded what I wouldn't be
Under, under, under, under
Understanded what I wouldn't be
Yeah, understanded what I wouldn't be
Niggas talking on me, they be talking all that blasphemy
Demons all around me, man, I swear these niggas after me
Pull up on the scene and switch the shit, shit was tragedy
I stayed up in the streets, was cold so niggas had to strap the heat
Juggin' packs to get it back so all my gualas trap and eat
'Member when gualas starved, it's only right my gualas eat
It's only right my gualas ball, we die for JLs on our feet
Niggas wouldn't understand I'm winning but it's like defeat
I copped myself a big estate, but death was on my life complete
Money make your life elite but leave you when this life's complete
And I really want in life was bread so I can write and eat
Smoking like a fucking fiend to keep my mental on my feet
Running for them fucking Ms, to put them diamonds in my teeth
Count up 'til that money ends, that money counter make the beep
Niggas locked up prayin' for me even though they life is bleak
Blessing niggas, this that introduction to the fucking streets
We don't call the boys the pigs, we call 'em deegs they on our meat
Hopped up off the porch and hit the stu', it's like I found my feet
Niggas duckin' shots, was duckin' low, then threw back with the heat
Gang, ayy, I don't like this anymore, ayy
I don't wanna live it like this any
So what's up? Pull up, I'ma show you where I'm from, ayy
Catch them and they'll show you how it's done
Yeah, ayy, I don't like this anymore, ayy
I don't wanna live it like this anymore
So what's up?
Feeling like the shit 'til I'm done, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Them sixteens straight to the point, don't get your dome hit
Everything fresh out the box, I'm on my grown shit
I ain't into smoking with niggas, I got my own zips
Coming through puffin' some lethal knockin' my own shit
Kids, don't try this at home, stunt at your own risk