Thinking
back to the days when I used to steal
Run up in the nigga's * to eat my next meal
Prayin' I blow at this rap and it's here a couple mil'
I'm tilled in the street money,
* a record deal
Prayin' I blow at this rap and it's here a couple mil'
I'm tilled in the street money,
* a record deal
I'm on my knees prayin' I blow at this rap *
Living and poppin' right now,
I guess I'm movin' bricks
* zips of that *, I'm tryna move pounds
Gotta stack these chops up too,
I know it's one down
I'm from the hood,
my nigga hunnids point to be exact
I know some dope fiend killers that'll push a wig back
Jumped off the porch at ten,
boomin' by thirteen And every nigga that I run with moved me
Fifteen years old,
I dropped my first album First week went by,
I stacked a couple thousand
Second week went by,
I had money pilin' Little hothead nigga in the streets wildin'
Stackin' that rap money,
got a nigga smilin' Hood damn lookin' wet thanks to my stylin'
I'm in the hood with this street *,
south to the C,
I'm seasick
I slide through with the mask down
so you snitch niggas can't see *
Before this rap I was buskies,
me and my niggas was robbing *
The first time I did my thing was something bunk that he'll see
See me kinda looking for a hit,
if we see the mech then it getting lit
We'll hop out,
beat the nigga up,
bounce back in,
then split the *
Thorough world I'm for love,
if I see you suckers I'm for sluts
* rap,
* deal I'm behind this gate like Lil' Blood
Me and Goof like blood brothers,
me and Quace like no other
I slide through for all mine,
I put that * on my mother
Since middle school I been a fool,
I always stay with the principal
You disrespect this three,
you gotta go,
that's just the principal
If I don't blow it to 11's all kinda niggas getting * up
If I see a nigga bust his blood deals then both of them get stuck up
If the rap * don't take off this year I'm in the hills
In somebody's * so I can eat my next meal
Three
Thinking back to the days when I used to steal
Run up in the nigga's * to eat my next meal
Praying I blow it this rap and then see a couple mill
Until then the street money * a record deal
Until then the street money * a record deal
Until then the street money * a record deal
Praying I blow it this rap and then see a couple
mill Until then the street money * a record deal
I remember as a youngin' missing many mills
Realty responsibilities and bills
I take a L, oh well
But this bitch dumb though I know this coke will
Off the carry money, carry to another money
I'm taking free bands from another money
I needed my son need new shoes and diapers
And she pay me all properly,
keep her MC a silencer
If this rap it don't take off,
I know what I can carry
Thinking back to the days when I used to steal
Run up in the nigga's * to eat my next meal
Rapping a beleague, bring the score