Lyrics

Live, in my own flesh In my own breath, on my home steps In the Mo' where my home rests And I hope what I hold gets In the car for the doe for a pimp and a pimp's job is to get mo' doe Like the 17 year old's on the steps in the ghetto Where they won't let you get bored and the moral of the story is death And the moral of the story got everybody worried and stressed To the point where my niggas wear vests Up under they white T with a strap Up under the car seat with a Tec So I made this for my niggas that made it onto the next Level, level, level Celebrating in the club with the Moet Bottles to the good life, no more hood life So if you cashed out, mash out let me see you just... (Bounce) To the top of the world we goin' and we goin' in Hoods to the borough, we here, let me see you just (Bounce) In the mornin', in the evenin' Do it for the fam that be in the streets and Let me see you just (Bounce) And the hits ain't change Best artist not on your radio play Still gettin' blazed, gettin' head from a centerfold While Radio here is played on my radio And it's so sad Artist's soft as a pillow, front tough as a Brillo pad I got fans that feel the same way Like 'Ditto Black Gave up, can't depend on rap." But it ain't just us where the pain struck Even old school artist's feel like the game's fucked That's when I clock in as an option when You need a breath of fresh oxygen And whoa I feel it ain't no balance Class of my own so I feel that there ain't no challenge When I see that there ain't no talent in most niggas Not tryin' to boast, just showin' you how most niggas feel Rap deals, stack mills Tell me where the rap game went over the past year Underground fans said "nowhere" Ask record execs they're tryin' to find what's next to blow Oh Got doe from the fans It's just business, yeah I understand Tryin' to find a new dance like the Running Man But when it's all out I'd rather see 'em all (Bounce) To the top of the world we goin' and we goin' in Hoods to the borough, we here, let me see you just (Bounce) In the mornin', in the evenin' Do it for the fam that be in the streets and Let me see you just (Bounce)
Writer(s): Curtis Cross Ii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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