Lyrics

Yeah Yeah Real Rx I used to wake up in my room in the morning Put on my dirty shoes in the morning Heard momma crying last night Think the lights finna go out Only thing on my mind is hitting a lick Her nigga in prison for doing some shit Say I'ma go to prison for doing some shit Only thing on my mind is booming a bitch 12 Stout Street, I hated that house I had to learn early on bein' a man about My momma ain't never buy me shit I sold drugs and robbed for all my shit Momma said, "Baby, that was years ago" "Don't stress about shit that happened years ago" This shit'd take a bitch years to know I cried in the cold 'til my tears was froze I hit a lick to help my momma out How the fuck my mom the one to kick me out? How the fuck you gonna send me out to the streets? How the fuck you gonna say I can't come home to sleep? How the fuck I come out your pussy and you Choose your husband like you knew that nigga before me? How the fuck you gon' turn your back on me? How the fuck you gon' leave me flat on E? How you gon' do that knowing they killed my dad? You supposed to be my mom and my dad I wish that fucking house would burn down I couldn't tell you then but shit, I'll tell you now For so many years, I held it down I never in my life wanted to sell drugs I would've been cool with playing games and shit But instead I'm running with the gang and shit Robberies done turned into shootings Your son done did a gang and shit It'd take a year to explain this shit We don't stay safe, we stay dangerous They took my brother, that fucked me up Perc after perc, they fucking me up Thousand percs later, still don't do nothing Shits barely working, they're supposed to make me numb Had flashbacks to when I was young Bitches used to laugh and call me a bum I was with Face, shot my first gun Before Neo or Jet Li, I was the one My momma ain't see it but the streets did Said I wouldn't be shit, streets made me shit Going through withdrawal, got me sick I'm stretched back to back, I'm 'bout to flip Don't look at me funny, you don't know shit 'bout me Stood on the block with dreams of an Audi Had a nightmare sleeping in my Audi A nigga caught me lacking and pulled me out it Big ass pistol to my mouthpiece And it happened in front of 12 Stout Street
Writer(s): Carl-mikael Berlander, Chester Roscoe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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