Lyrics

Can I tell my side of a street nigga yeah Yeah oh Can I tell my side On the block from 9 to 5 We getting paper in the middle of that jungle with that burner on me For them long nights we grind cause we had nothing Look I just want that money stuff them hundreds on me My partner lost his mind when he switched sides Now he crossed the line But I just want that bread and niggas want me dead Give a fuck bout what they said I'm yelling "Fuck the rest" Its like they wanna take from me Ever since that I came they putting dirt on my name In public they don't say nothing Cause they know I'm with the shits, this 40 came with a dick hey Came up from nothing from that two piece of chicken but Niggas I love they hate the fact that I'm getting rich But what goes around comes around Gotta watch my back cause they plotting to gun me down I'm going through this day after day I kept it real with you bitches I would've killed for my niggas Its funny how people change on me And this the story of my life cross My heart and hope to die And I Ima keep it gangsta till the day I die And I Could never be a snitch without no paperwork they tellin lies And nigga this time Oh I'm pullin up its homicide, ima shut it down And I Know they gone hate on 3 for whatever They think they be playing crazy Boy fuck that lil 380 FNN in my jeans When I unload shoot this bitch And aim it yelling "fuck who how they came with" Hope they die that's on me And bitch its homicide when I get loud Just don't testify Niggas plot on me get shot in they sleep solo mission I'm gone Give a fuck who rock with 3 all I got is me I did this shit on my own They say you wrong, that nigga did it Niggas ain't getting it how they say they living Sound like a bitch and some messy hoe business Won't catch me riding with a messy hoe with me Its a collision Love my religion Elijah Muhammad tell Allah I'm with it Due to the fact that my heart is so wicked Break on a bitch I got hoes on restriction (Hey) And I Ima keep it gangsta till the day I die And I Could never be a snitch without no paperwork they tellin lies And nigga this time Oh I'm pullin up its homicide, ima shut it down And I Know they gone hate on 3 for whatever
Writer(s): Melvin A Noble Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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