Letras
I can tell by the way you show your love...
Don't you know baby, it hurts me so
One, ayo!
Still don't wanna go back to hustling crack, ducking from Kojak
Stuck in the trap, smuggling blow back
From Broadway and 145, pushing bundles of dimes
Money hungry with a gun on my side
Fuck a jail cell, niggas in the cameras tell
Trapped in a hell, paraphernalia for sale, yeah
Fly nigga give it to you if you might want it
My next bid probably end up having life on it
Don't wanna go back to chopping the base, cops on the chase
Haters try stopping your cake
Where the bullets got your name in the dress
The bloodstains still remains where we used to play on the steps
Rest in peace all my niggas that passed
Celebrating your life, still riding hot in pursuit for the cash
I'm good in the hood, my niggas know that
Gotta make the dough back, still don't wanna go back
I still don't wanna go back to guns and crack
I still don't wanna go back to roaches and rats
I still don't wanna go back to guns and crack
I still don't wanna go back to roaches and rats
Days got longer, nights got colder
Still don't wanna go back taking your head off your shoulders
Our environment mold us, trying to
Understand the lies they done told us
Too real for any archives, libraries or folders
Like the truth is the wrong thing to show us, we key holders
Silent kings with deep holsters
Our presence is too real for the wrong
Crowd, that's what they showed us
In the cages where they wanna hold us
But we break free for the ones that uphold us
But I don't give a fuck no more, we
Serve them raw, serve, serve them raw
I still don't wanna go back to guns and crack
I still don't wanna go back to roaches and rats
I still don't wanna go back to guns and crack
I still don't wanna go back to roaches and rats