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Ay, rolling my fucking stinky up man. I have a flight 7 in the morning, I'ma be right back in Chicago like 8, 9 o'clock at night though, you know in and out shit, uh Ay, Lord take me away From all the people that ain't tryna make me a way I told my mama no more struggling, it's gon' be okay Yeah, I was hustling in them streets tryna make me a wave Mama told me, better not let them streets take me away So I got to that shit, stuck to that shit, now she okay She called my phone to ask how long I'm gon' be away Cause where I'm at, I fall asleep same time as she away Lord take me away To another place I'm from a place where it ain't safe to put my gun away This street shit ain't fun no more, they took the fun away I used to post up on that block and have my gun on waist Knee deep in them streets with nothing to say, I ain't playing no fucking games I was with my niggas, you know they with it, ain't hang with no fucking lames Don't drop our names, still dropout gang, we'll pull up bust some brains I remember them days in the studio late sweating like a fucking slave Too many days now I take a day just to make 100k 100, 000 days I was up at night tryna make another wave Got my mama another place, that other shit don't mean nothing to me, ay Ay, Lord take me away From all the people that ain't tryna make me a way I told my mama no more struggling, it's gon' be okay Yeah, I was hustling in them streets tryna make me a wave Mama told me, better not let them streets take me away So I got to that shit, stuck to that shit, now she okay She called my phone to ask how long I'm gon' be away Cause where I'm at, I fall asleep same time as she away Young nigga fuck that sack up tryna make me a wave Stuck to my grind got that shit back, it ain't take me away Broke in the hood before I ever made it on the big screens Selling 14s, 15s, then I started spitting 16s All I ever knew was get cream Only other way was hit fiends Made my mama cry to get this shit, nigga I'm from the streets I've seen my homies die up in this shit nigga, wasn't nothing sweet Remember nights I cried, I think of that and that's what humbled me I know that my life always at risk, I keep that bitch from me Fuck the penitentiary, niggas won't get shit from me Murder-murder, kill thy enemy, don't show no sympathy If I don't squeeze that trigger from where I'm from they end up killing me, nigga Ay, Lord take me away From all the people that ain't tryna make me a way I told my mama no more struggling, it's gon' be okay Yeah, I was hustling in them streets tryna make me a wave Mama told me, better not let them streets take me away So I got to that shit, stuck to that shit, now she okay She called my phone to ask how long I'm gon' be away Cause where I'm at, I fall asleep same time as she away
Writer(s): Herbert Randall Wright, Luca Meloni Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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