Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pook Paperz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pook Paperz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
R3empire
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah! Know dat! Feel My Pain! (Paperz!)
My ****, when you're in these streets
It's certain shit that we live by
It's just certain rules that we live by
Like never fold, never snitch
Never war with your broad over a bitch!
Never laugh, never cry dawg, and loyalty what we die for!
Just stay real, stay strapped everyday, grind for a better day
Money over everything! (Know Dat!)
Ayo, we're livin' in a damn time where at this point
Fuck beef, I'm tryna stay alive
And, findin' people that you can trust is like a waste of time
So every time I'm let down cuz, I ain't surprised
No, I could never fuck wit you if I don't feel your vibe
Was taught to never rock wit **** if they ain't ya kind
Street approved, cut different so I thank Allah
He made me stamped, he made me solid when I make (?)
It's like the ones you gotta watch, be the ones that's the closet
Claimin' they stand up ****, but always ending up foldin'
I don't know if it's the lean or the shit that they're smokin'
Or, all of the percs in their system, got em losin' their focus
They learn to sober up some, maybe they'll know this
It's rules to these streets, and they ain't meant to be broken
By all means, no **** is perfect, so I ain't braggin' or boastin'
Understand the truth when it's spoken
My ****, when you're in these streets
It's certain shit that we live by
It's just certain rules that we live by
Like never fold, never snitch
Never war with your broad over a bitch!
Never laugh, never cry dawg, and loyalty what we die for!
Just stay real, stay strapped everyday, grind for a better day
Money over everything! (Know Dat!)
I swear, I don't know what's up with this new era
But, in my Rich Dollars voice, we gotta do better
(?) grimy over solid, you should move better
I blame ya old heads, should of been schooled better
See, I could never get a **** in my crew set up
Before I snitch for lesser time, I rather do letters
They say one man's trash, another dude's treasure
I say that's true long as nobody in your crew nailed her
Look, I don't care if ya man's used to cuff that bitch
Or smut that chick, bottom line, he fuck that bitch
Don't trust that bitch, you never know how much he love that bitch, but she do, if she willin' to fuck you
How could you trust that bitch?
In this cold world, life the only thing you should cherish
They tradin' morals for pussy, man, I don't understand it
Family and money the only thing that should matter
That's all the time, play with either or mine
Get put in a casket, know dat!
My ****, when you're in these streets
It's certain shit that we live by
It's just certain rules that we live by
Like never fold, never snitch
Never war with your broad over a bitch!
Never laugh, never cry dawg, and loyalty what we die for!
Just stay real, stay strapped everyday, grind for a better day
Money over everything! (Know Dat!)
Written by: Pook Paperz