Letras
What imma wast time fa
When I'm not on the line up
No money no line up
No fancy designer
Killers coming behind us
Dodging choppers and handcuffs
They hit ya mans up
His mama hit the scene and she can't even stand up
Police hit the scene and tell you put your hands up
Like I'm the one that called mane I can't fucking stand ya
Sagging all day at school then daddy say pick ya pants up
Learned how to be myself and that's when I really manned up
Had to cut some people off cus they was fucking the plans up
Fake love seem real when you really need some
But thats how you get killed in the city where I'm from where I'm from
Sometimes I
Don't know what to say
Don't know what to do but imma stick it out by yourside
Sometimes I
Try to run you off but you never go we gone thug it out until the day I die
Yea yea
And my city imma rep
Every block I hit they see me and be like wasam
Wahnnnn
Ninth grade Getum died that fucked the city up
Twelth grade Kortlon that was my nigga bruh
Two months later we lost Trey I thought bout giving up
But I thought to myself if I do that then what I'm living fa
No I thought to myself I can't do That like imma hoe or sumn
Looking at my niggas seat in Class had tears running
Never thought I overcome it
They say faith the size of a Mustard seed it could move a Mountain
I want a slice a pie but they Telling me they white pies only
God bless me with a queen you never seen for my eyes only
The finer things in life aint Material its inside only
The devil winning the war in my C but I'm in Gods army
Sometimes I
Don't know what to say don't Know what to do but imma stick It out by yourside
Sometimes I
Try to run you off but you never Go we gone thug it's out until the Day I die
Yea yea
And my city imma rep
Every block I hit they see me and be like wasam
Wahnnnn