Lyrics

Ayo, A-Trak We ain't want a lot, man All we wanted was a fair shot, man Know where I'm from the numbers stacked against us, man (uh) In high school, I was on the court getting buckets, swish Then I started gettin' duckets, can't lie, I'm in love with this The art of getting money, man, my motto was like "Fuck a bitch" By time I turned 30, I completed my own bucket list I don't take threats lightly, careful who you fuckin' with Dying'll make you way more famous than your publicist Love, I get to stubbin' it, my life, they wanna publish it They ain't got enough money, so I keep dubbin' it (adios) Curved all the talks show, never doing Unsung Mary J., '92, hеre's the 411 I am no dumb-dumb, Big L, Bloodshed Hud 6, Googlе it, forgot where I come from? Walked around broke, hit a lick, got a lump sum If you wore jewelry, the wolves was like, "Yum-yum" (grr) Way before stun guns, I stunned 'em, run, run Tell that, pick up your face, I'm from the slums, hun' (All I really wanted) money, cars, clothes, hood respect (All I really wanted) clientele in town, brown bags, a good connect (All I really wanted) play ball, sell drugs, maybe get a record deal (All I really wanted) (tell 'em) private jet, island, a girl with some sex appeal (sex appeal) Grew up around nonsense, mistrust, foolery (yeah) Bullets and gun smoke, murder, wake, eulogy (RIP) Niggas ain't used to me, none of you can do what me Bad bitches move with me, usually two with me And they love nudity, stupid, this nothin' new to me Only thing they ask if I can pay they Uber fee (Sure) Truthfully, like my shoestrings, they get loot for me Let 'em take pictures on the 'Gram in my jewelry Dipset, Fool's Gold, y'all drinking old gold Diamond out the rough, man, I wrapped it up in rose gold Real life, no lie, the game made me so cold But it's in a stupor, sleeper, chokehold Shout out to Brooklyn, yeah, my niggas RORO Kidnap your children, you should let your ho know Yeah, we take it too far, but these are true bars Bad bitch mad we the new Curtis (All I really wanted) money, cars, clothes, hood respect (All I really wanted) clientele in town, brown bags, a good connect (All I really wanted) play ball, sell drugs, maybe get a record deal (All I really wanted) (tell 'em) private jet, island, a girl with some sex appeal (sex appeal) Understood in my hood, that's the way we go You know where I'm from, dog Understood in my hood Know what I'm sayin'? This heartfelt That's the way we go Real life shit, that's the way we go Killa, A-Trak, that's the way we go Understood in my hood A-Trak, let's take 'em to church That's the way we go (go)
Writer(s): Mariah Carey, Walter N. Afanasieff Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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