Lyrics

In the crib, all alone I just had to think Bout All the times, I ain't have shit We ain't have no dreams Bout my momma Yeah she struggled man We ain't have no dreams Bout my momma Yeah she struggled man We ain't have no dreams Bout my momma Yeah she struggled man We ain't have no dreams Bout my momma Yeah she struggled man We ain't have no dreams Bout my momma Yeah she struggled man We ain't have no dreams Bout my momma Yeah she struggled man We ain't have no dreams Twelfth grade, then my momma caught me Playing with the beam I said fuck that, and tried to introduce myself to beams I got stuck in Atlanta So I had to flee the scene Seventeen first time, young nigga seen a dream I coulda been fucking sign My momma had to intervene I said fuck that damn deal, count it up Fees Yeah its really fuck these labels I ain't tryna sound mean But I know ima sign I want the guap na mean Cause back then, Aye Back then, Aye We ain't have shit But now I'm up I Cashed Up, Aye Rackets Back It Up, Back It Back It Up, Back It Bad bitch Remember I ain't have no hoes I was average She wan come and stack it up Come rack it up, and count these trishes She wan come taste on my double cup This High Tek you can't sip But ima make sure that you straight Everyday that's how it is You can't never fall away Fadeaway from the kid In the crib, all alone I just had to think Bout All the times, I ain't have shit We ain't have no dreams Bout my momma Yeah she struggled man We ain't have no dreams Bout my momma Yeah she struggled man We ain't have no dreams Bout my momma Yeah she struggled man We ain't have no dreams Bout my momma Yeah she struggled man We ain't have no dreams Bout my momma Yeah she struggled man We ain't have no dreams Bout my momma Yeah she struggled man We ain't have no dreams Rich Jit Rich Jit Rich Jit Rich Jit Feeling like a rich jit Since I was a jit, you can find me in the kitchen Real Rugrats uh, always on a mission Held my first K When I was just two digits Now I'm on my own Really feeling like a rich jit Now I'm on my own Really feeling like a rich jit Now I'm on my own Really feeling like a rich jit Held my first K When I was just two digits Now I'm on my own Really feeling like a rich jit Aye I'm not Tay K, but I'm moving with the swiftness Pouring up the drank Man I love it when she bend it Let her ride my boat When I know she won't listen 00 James I'm insane with the kinship If you is my dawg, we goin get it like the fitness Ion give a fuck about the money, if you in this Nigga fuck the fame You a lame if you spent this We don't do no fronting, its no game Cause we live this Aye, Truth or Dare You froggy nigga just leap I got bands to make in this week Niggas sound constipated You always waiting I'm hardly waiting No I'm hardly chasing, but I'm in the making Living greatness Yall niggas faking like Julio That's a dirty bird, no foul play nigga Since I was a jit, you can find me in the kitchen Real Rugrats uh, always on a mission Held my first K When I was just two digits Now I'm on my own Really feeling like a rich jit Now I'm on my own Really feeling like a rich jit Now I'm on my own Really feeling like a rich jit Held my first K When I was just two digits Now I'm on my own Really feeling like a rich jit
Writer(s): Mark Butler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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