Songteksten

Man, for the love of money, people would do anything and everything just to get it But you gotta love it Surprise, nigga But I love it here Just think if I wasn't here My uncles and cousins here My struggles and come-ups here We sense the trouble near You bubble, we double dare The block is ours and we don't wanna share But I love it here Just think if I wasn't here My uncles and cousins here My struggles and come-ups here We sense the trouble near You bubble, we double dare The block is ours and we don't wanna share Yeah, for real, real talk right there Drive-by's, windows bust out, bullets put in the lawn chairs From a block over, soundin' like Lil Jon snares Life's gotten colder I'm revealing the smurf How's hustlin' not a job when you feel you at work My momma told me to keep my brain in them books I grew up learnin' only way you earnin' is becoming famous or crooks And since schools never taught us to be entrepreneurs And we don't have patience to make money off of computers We live a fast life with officers shoot us Get scars, strip bars with broads taped bras off of their hooters Such an ugly game, why it look beautiful from afar? You in prison wishin' they were removing you from the bars
Writer(s): Jason Powers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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