Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
O'shea
O'shea
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trey Carver
Trey Carver
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
O
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Producer

Lyrics

Feelin' like the only time they listen is when **** on that hood shit
Pops would say don't stand up for no **** you ain't stood with
What you say
They say loyalty been rare around this way Connection fake but hit it raw so now you
Feelin' different
Ballin' out the game, all you hear to chains Remember momma cryin' on my shoulder, damn
That shit was pain
Askin' God if we just prayed for son then
Why the hell my **** step up out the door
And all the hell we see, is some motherfuckin
Rain
Don't do no perkys, make me sick, but I still throw up with my gang
Can't have no love without no pain, can't progress without no change
I learned this shit by ballin' out the game so hard that they can't sub me out
Unknown gangsta killed them ****, still gon walk it out
Can never D.I.E. before I E.A.T. this shit
They searchin' for the next wave, I been on a chess phase
They try to cop my flow like we was copying' them essays
Still remember days on east side we was coppin' from them essays
And them were like the best days, just me and all the gang
When you young you tend to feel like you can't lose to anything
Lookin' up to all them street **** but where they at today
Sometimes the streets what need to change
We had OGs give out the game, now let me paint this picture
Young **** eight years old just goin' back inside to grab his sheisty just to take a picture
You know we grew up around that weed smoke, drinkin' liquor
**** ball so hard you say to say or opp, we say just say meniscus
But even out the game you gotta move with every same code
Plot yo steps before you trip out and just travel, ****
Don't play no games, stay out the way and get your peace on
Made a move to the rack but I ain't cross over to Pstone
Not a pit bitch, I'm a muhfuckin' beast dog
Might not leave up out this party to the lease gone
Might not step up out the whip till this chief gone
On my life can't get no fucks bout what these bitch ass **** say
Cuz shit they only see in movies, that's the shit we live like everyday
Fucked up puzzles make young **** feel like pieces keep em safe
Lost too many so how the fuck you say our steps still look the same
Sorry ma, still fuck you to them bitch ass **** to this day
Feelin' like the only time they listen is when **** on that hood shit
Pops would say don't stand up for no **** you ain't stood with
What you say
They say loyalty been rare around this way
Connection fake but hit it raw so now you feelin' different
Ballin' out the game, all you hear to chains
Remember mama cryin' on my shoulder, damn that shit was pain
Askin' God if we just prayed for son
Then why the hell my **** step up out the door
And all the hell we see is some motherfuckin' rain
Written by: Trey Carver
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