Songtexte

Life in the ghetto came from the slums Down from the bottom all the way to the top I'm never going back to the crumbs Boys in the streets tryna get the funds 24-7 3 6 5 Work round the clock do it for the grind Ice on my neck for the shine Piece on my wrist reminds me of the time Propellers in the sky we fly above the clouds Birds taking trips flying down the south Clowns get buried in the ground Came into the game for the belt and the crown Made it through the storms ups and the downs Sun still shinning riding through the town We still smile through the frown Best believe I'm a boss Came from the bottom heading to the top When you see me I say hands up Drinks and some models blowing real blunts You gotta feel me I say hands up Boys in the streets riding through the hood Chilling with my Gs I say hands up Ice on my neck pull up from the Benz Balling everyday I say hands up Money from the south to the east Money from the east to the west I show you how we fly with the birds Hommie now you riding with the best Gotta stay far from the feds Gotta see the hussle through my lense I'm a threat no offense hop into my Benz While I'm riding with my friends Chicks over here drinks over there Bottles to the sky we've got Gs over here Gotta breathe a fresh air dope designers I'm in a fresh pair Far from the dramas I'm with your girlfriends Dance with the devil I don't need best friends Play the game like its chess living my life I ain't need no stress Came from the bottom heading to the top When you see me I say hands up Drinks and some models blowing real blunts You gotta feel me I say hands up Boys in the streets riding through the hood Chilling with my Gs I say hands up Ice on my neck pull up from the Benz Balling everyday I say hands up
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