(Whats happenin Chi Chi?)(Yeah yeah) yeahGot this shit up out the mudStill grindin like Im tryna get my weight up (get my weight up)Went and gave too many chances to you niggas (I done gave too many chances)I cant let nobody play us (play us)Yeah I got in my bag when I looked upAint see nothin but a bunch of haters (a bunch of haters)No matter how much money we went throughWe never let the paper change us (we aint let it change us)I done ran it up out the mudI get paid to pop out in clubsPut my partner nem in my budgetI watch people change I cant trust emI got rich but Im still hustlinI run full speed to that cashI can feel the shit in my calf muscleReminiscin back when I aint have nothinNow they actin like they all happy for meWhere was you at when I needed it?When it come to money Im greedyIll try anything just to please youYou can take everything if you leavinAint tryna say Im perfect but Im decentI aint goin back broke for no reasonMy drip it might leave a puddleNeed Bounty to clean it upIm the quicker picker upper for realJust put it on the floorThat other stuff Im not for itIve been clearin out my headspaceRun this shit Im starting to by my whips now for the leg space(Got this shit up out the) yeah BabyGot this shit up out the mudStill grindin like Im tryna get my weight up (get my weight up)Went and gave too many chances to you niggas (I done gave too many chances)I cant let nobody play us (play us)Yeah I got in my bag when I looked upAint see nothin but a bunch of haters (a bunch of haters)No matter how much money we went throughWe never let the paper change us (we aint let it change us)In a wraith with the stars (stars)All the niggas who aint bet on meKnow they wouldnt go far (nowhere)Know the game gon ride for meNo matter how many cars (skrrt)Move cautious got traumasStill tryna cover the scars (hmm)Aint takin no headshotsCause you know we been hot (know we been hot)Always on the targetNever miss like a red dot (like a red dot)Always on the go I be wherever the jet stop (yeah)Coming from a place where they be shakin they dreadlocks yee(Got this shit up out the)(Yeah yeah) yeahGot this shit up out the mudStill grindin like Im tryna get my weight up (get my weight up)Went and gave too many chances to you niggas (I done gave too many chances)I cant let nobody play us (play us)Yeah I got in my bag when I looked upAint see nothin but a bunch of haters (a bunch of haters)No matter how much money we went throughWe never let the paper change us (we aint let it change us)This is straight out the mudBack in 2010 I was sellin them dubs (woo)Back in granny crib when the lights was offWe would blame it on the bugs (yeah yeah)Same niggas claim who I love identify who I was (identify who I was)I was facin a year but since you told Im facin a dubI text my dawg I was in my feelingsBut said F*ck it I aint even send itI was gon text him likeDont change up we the same niggas we in it (yeah yeah)Dont talk about your dawg to your other dawg man up and fix itI came from broke Durk to big Durk (yeah yeah)And I can merch I wanted the richWhere you was at for the congress view?Cousin dyin on my auntie funeCome around with a Richard MilleI can do it cause I send money to richTreat my wife like I treat my sisterDiamonds cut Im a walkin butcherMy homie died he aint even slideThe street got a hold and killed himOoh-ooh (Hello? Man f*ck)(Yeah yeah) I got this shit up out theGot this shit up out the mudStill grindin like Im tryna get my weight up (get my weight up)Went and gave too many chances to you niggas (I done gave too many chances)I cant let nobody play us (play us)Yeah I got in my bag when I looked upAint see nothin but a bunch of haters (a bunch of haters)No matter how much money we went throughWe never let the paper change us

(B Hunna on the beat)(DY Krazy) When you wake up off them pills that feeling terribleThe worst thing to be known is when they scared of youAnd they gon laugh right in your face when they ahead of youAnd to be technical that shit we do is federalHold the tears back from this life is so unbearableYou a copycat thats not lean thats TherafluIma jump from the top of my money with a parachuteAnd who you look up to? A ho I wouldnt dare saluteI keep taking care of my killers they wouldnt care to shootI got your address from a bitch just for a pair of shoesYou gotta text like He got hit that shit be scary newsThey told me get up out the streets you can go back to schoolMy life hurt so bad thinking bout if you was here what kind of life you would haveNowadays the way we live we live life on the edgeNowadays the way we live you would die if you scared uhThis life is for the ghettoThis life this life this lifeThis life is for the ghettoThis life this life this lifeNobody put fear in usI put real life inside this music they not hearing usI know its real I had some real killers tearing upI did all I can for em they not sincere enoughThey stopped leading me way back then they cant cheer at usIt get treacherous thats why they dont mention usWhy you holdin onto a snitch just give that victim upThey cant take care of us alone thats why they cliquin upThey told me to go pop and get the trenches upI say f*ck that shit four killers inside a Bentley truckWould have been five but one of em died so I was giving upWish I talked to him on the last call told him live it upWhere the love? Where the love?You know its tiring tryna clean blood from a rugYou know its tiring watching my back and ducking slugsI know two robbers said they tired of sticking upThis life is for the ghettoThis life this life this lifeThis life is for the ghettoThis life this life this lifeThis life is for the ghettoThis life this life this lifeThis life is for the ghettoThis life this life this life

Im just tryna get along with my niggas they finessing and shitWhat the f*ck these bitches want from a nigga DMX with this shitIma turn up I cant wait on em I pop me a Perc for the layoverNut on her face give the bitch a new makeoverI move to Atlanta my goal is to takeoverHow you a gangsta but you put the jakes on emThey say I cant ride with no guns til my case overIm in Iraq with my dog like BeethovenI brought a pound at Summer JamAsk Stunna no clowns from InstagramIn the school I be down with the glizzy jammedNo Doe Boy we in that mini van screaming mini manBlood in my eyes nigga I cant seeNeighborhood hero thats what Im destined to beEvery killer in the hood turned drug dealer kept investing in meGds BDs Foes Lords plus them Os when they face the eastThese niggas dont slide tryna get revenge that shit crazyThey gave bro 10 I seen him cry like that shit brazyHe couldve got away but he aint wash that palm that shit crazySome niggas I love had watch me starve that shit brazyThat shit krazyThat shit brazyThat shit krazyThat shit brazyThat shit krazyThat shit brazyThat shit krazyThat shit brazyNiggas aint leave me with optionsTryna assassinate my characterThats when I catch the nigga Ima pop himGive me my sound back nigga Im poppaFresh outta jail I brought shawty a chopperDont play with my name see there be the problemI done mix Amiris with the PradaMy daddy aint raise no hoe and you know thatI can tell what type of nigga you is got a Glock 23 with promag(Witcho goofy ass)Shawty gon kill for the skrilla like KodakIm the first nigga from the block with a RolexWhy you steady counting my pockets yo poor assLet a nigga take yo shit wit yo hoe ass nigga(Bitch)These niggas dont slide tryna get revenge that shit crazyThey gave bro ten I seen him cry like that shit brazyHe coulda got away but he aint wash that palm that shit crazySome niggas I love had watch me starve that shit brazyThat shit krazyThat shit brazyThat shit krazyThat shit brazyThat shit krazyThat shit brazyThat shit krazyThat shit brazy

These aint no Guess jeansI dropped out of school Im still good at math but nigga dont test meI played to the left they went to the right they tried to finesse meStill riding around with that blicky out I hope they dont catch mePolice had raided our spot so we went to the next streetPlay like Im dumb as soon as he pop Im going retardedHe say Im hard and he say Im garbage Im rich regardlessWe in Miami in the middle of the winter and we on them jet skisIf we in Atlanta Im runnin the Cat and Im workin the red keyI cannot mention my homies inside of my song cause I know they be trappin a lotI cant keep taking these pills when Im in the trenches they say I be cappin a lotI know a nigga who say he got rich off of dope but I know he be actin a lotI know some niggas who say that they took down the city but niggas be lackin a lotYeah that shit was awful nigga had that dog foodThat day they shot you I slid on the MongooseYou cannot come back around me you turned your back on me I cannot forgetThe police was lying they said that they caught you but nigga they made you admitYour name was fine you put in that work they took your stick you a bitchF*ck my opps they be on my dick they all be mad we rich (turn up)Under 25 living like a boss ridin round with a chauffeurI dont sell drugs still be paranoid keep lookin over my shoulderNiggas lying like Im stealing swag but its my shit like I wrote itThese rappers really nice as hell Im a different nigga when Im pissed offMan he say he gon press up on who?Ima get the steel like Im Chris PaulBack to back Suburbans Im a big dogI was in the slums serving fentanylZombie land junkies having withdrawalsI been gettin to a lot of missed callsTurn it off what the f*ck is he talking aboutI should slap him for saying he hot as meI dont know who could f*ck with me honestlyAnd they know Im the man so they watching meDifferent color bands like MonopolyMan they must not be using his headIf he thinking I dont keep a Glock on meThats like suicide if you play with us got a better chance at the lotteryCall an ambulance when that chopper sweepMake the crowd dance choreographyOnce I got a plan aint no stopping meThree car garage million dollar crib with a foreign bitch riding on top meA lot of people done said I wont be shit well I guess they owe me an apologyThese aint no Guess jeansI dropped out of school Im still good at math but nigga dont test meI played to the left they went to the right they tried to finesse meStill riding around with that blicky out I hope they dont catch mePolice had raided our spot so we went to the next streetPlay like Im dumb as soon as he pop Im going retardedHe say Im hard and he say Im garbage Im rich regardlessWe in Miami in the middle of the winter and we on them jet skisIf we in Atlanta Im runnin the Cat and Im workin the red key

(DJ Swift on the track)(Mook on the beats)(Will-a-fool)I heard that shit that you said it got back to meAnd Im talking to the dead just talk back to meI wish Pluto called my phone and he could jock with meI wish Nuski was in the studio to rock with meNiggas gotta run they mouth because we run the cityWe put drums on them choppers man I love them tittiesIt be crazy cause the ones you love in competitionJust kill me dont alley-oop me to the oppositionJust feel me just pay attention it aint hard to listenJust listen you was my homie whyd you keep your distance?Prescription I pop a Perky now Im reminiscingLets get it we all can eat Im in a good positionWe just politicking and we talkin about different shitWe speakin on on on thoroughbreds and real niggasAnd and and the sacrifices they madeThe the the Gino Colons and the Larry Hoovers the David BarksdalesThe Fidos and Big Durks and the Terry YoungsYou know the ones that deserve to be acknowledgedAnd the ones that should be acknowledged for for being thoroughI came from Kix cereal ramen noodles powdered Kool-Aid without the sugarI remember taking bundles stealing it without them lookinSpend the night at Coli crib just because his mama cookinWhy you thinkin that we pussy? Just believe its never crookyNext week yeah yeah next weekI remember letting niggas hold shit the next weekIm talking back then seven deep on backseatsI remember back then old homies tried to whack meI know they mad they aint stay and we got itWe rich as hell in five stars eating saladAnd I was sleeping on that floor sharing pallettesI got in my bag on one song now its a habit yeahWhy they dont love me love me love me love me love me love me love me?Know what Im sayin this is a Love Songs for the Streets 2 vibe know what Im sayin?Im in that modeKnow what Im sayin I wanna talk to the streets some more

(Ayy pull up Lamb)They aint doing they jobThey aint serve and protectingEven street niggas need that love and affectionBig homies not big homies they aint tryna get directionThe advice they gave to me I told them niggas they could have kept itCouldve stayed on the porch but jumped inside the streets I had a selectionAint no back and forth talking on the net we send a messageWe want the king we want that tiger head like that nigga off of TekkenPut blood sweat and tears inside this shit you gotta respect itYou aint did shit for these streets so how you gonna put a word in?Ima do what all I can do but I never say I was perfectMan that gun heavy palm sweaty you acting nervousPut a hundred thousand on his head thats two versesThe county days I used to wake up wash up with detergentShe told me three niggas she fucked when I went in she was a virginAnd I cant hang around no bitch niggas Im too allergicA iPhone plus a iPhone two jail calls I merge itThe one I call my brother not my brother cause he told them other niggas we not brothersI cant tell a nigga that I meant that I love him Id be lying I dont love himGet in my feelings when I pop off prescriptions I take all these pills and I crush emIf you aint known for having cash or that bag they gon treat you like you nothingDont be telling me about your block nigga f*ck themYou cant bring your ass around if you say F*ck twinAnd tour with us kiss your kids make sure they tucked inTwo .50s in a millennium clip thats a buck tenThe one you look up to a pussy his nuts tucked inAint hide the guns fast enough the police rushed inAnd since you died for your gang you got slumped inYou pull up bleeding out that pussy you gotta suck it inYou signed your name up on the statement you got the best fontYou asked me do I love you? Mhm Im nonchalantWent on theGram seen an opp died thats when I sparked the bluntMaybe sipped a lil lean too but thats not the pointA lot of money through Western Union get you a blocked accountIm on camera I got a case so foe nem knock em outWe move the same we all as one thats what Im talking boutIm just saying you touch my chain foe nem chalk em outYeah yeahThe one I call my brother not my brother cause he told them other niggas we not brothersI cant tell a nigga that I meant that I love him Id be lying I dont love himGet in my feelings when I pop off prescriptions I take all these pills and I crush emIf you aint known for having cash or that bag they gon treat you like you nothing

(Pipe that shit up TnT)Nigga came from nothin but still they gon hateWhole life left me scarred only the real can relate yeahYeah rich off painLookNigga came from nothin but still they gon hate (yeah)Whole life left me scarred only the real can relateAnd I come straight out them trenches in the field everydayYoung nigga out that bottom use my tears to motivateAnd so much came with this money and this fameBut I cant complain (yeah)I came from walkin through the rain prayed for better daysAnd now a nigga rich off painNow a nigga rich off pain (yeah) rich off pain (a nigga) rich off painNow a nigga rich off pain rich off pain (a nigga) rich off painRich off pain rich off pain rich off painA nigga rich off pain you know what Im sayin?(Young nigga rich off pain young nigga rich off pain yeah)Young nigga I was tryna get my money right (get my money right)Mama support the crib with my granny daddy servin life (yeah yeah)Breakin in my auntie room fore school I used a butter knife (butter knife)Teacher bitchin at me like her husband cant be fuckin right (cant be fuckin right)Wild niggas slidin round in Tracks and SRTs (SRTs)We stealin packs from the older cats to buy the new Jordan 3s (new Jordan 3s)I know a million niggas who millionaires off PPPs (PPPs)Thats how we got the address to the old PPsWe hit stains to make it out the hood well thats what we thoughtRob kill or scam but never gon get caught thats just what we taughtNo fist fight but first degree murders thats just what we foughtGotti told us to never forget your dawg and thats lawI got blamed for niggas dyin I wonder whyThey say I sacrificed to be in this position thats a lieSee the blogs cant break me down see Im the voice I dont replyBut the rumors yall done heard Im a humble plead the ninth yeahNigga came from nothin but still they gon hate (yeah)Whole life left me scarred only the real can relateAnd I come straight out them trenches in the field everydayYoung nigga out that bottom use my tears to motivateAnd so much came with this money and this fameBut I cant complain (yeah)I came from walkin through the rain prayed for better daysAnd now a nigga rich off painNow a nigga rich off pain (yeah) rich off pain (a nigga) rich off painNow a nigga rich off pain rich off pain (a nigga) rich off painRich off pain rich off pain rich off painA nigga rich off pain you know what Im sayin?(Yeah Baby)I take everything I go through and I put it in these songsI aint gon never go against you please correct me if Im wrongAmounted to what I show for she will never know what Im onAnd you can say whatever you want to but you gon miss me when Im goneI be everywhere with it on Free done run it up off of droneAint nan one of us get the loan aint ever fell off I went broke beforeDamn that shit be crazy real niggas die for somethin a ho done told youTake whatever come with it I dont show no emotionIm back in that mode bruhI get impatient Im bout that money whats the hold up?I gotta do this shit for my kids now they growin upWin lose or drop but no matter what it aint no ho in usLookin at the phone I saw you callinI am way too far to turn back now thats why Im all inI know it get rough but you stay tough and keep shit solidThe Brabus truck got G800 on the back and it got stars in itIm just tryna show my young niggas they can ball tooAny time I ever hit her up she know to fall throughI done ran up millions off this pain shitI dont like to deal with her too much cause its the same shit(Uh yeah-yeah)

(Dj on the beat so its a banger)YeahAll these niggas actin like they with that shit I aint stuntin these niggas (lets get it)Lamb truck sittin so low had to crouch my back F*ck around had to sit on my pimpHow you gon back door nigga you love for a little bit of clout?Thats a shame on niggas (shame on niggas)How you gon sit in my car Tryna play Lil Pump like we aint too dangerous? (Get outta here)Bro got trial he lost faithHe looked up when they changed the verdict (lets get it)Robbers goofy stains pay me for a song Dont clear the verse (dont clear the verse)We dont go off names I dont care who they is We go off murders (we go off murders)This your first time buying that ZaZa I need 4K for the Sherbet (go)He a pussy I know niggas in his hood that boy a ho (that boy a ho)That pussy dookie I be fuckin his main bitchAnd he dont know (and he dont know)We got .45 drums every time they see me Im on go (boom-boom)Tooka in my lung I say that every time cause he got smoked (he got smoked)F*ck how you feel for real (yeah) my best friend he got killedWe was in that field for real (yeah) blowin niggas down boy come here (boom-boom)Everything I say I mean it 6ix9ine he say he seent itThey know King Von a demon super cold that boy anemic (yeah)Nigga dont say it in my faceThey say it when I turn my backLil nigga lets do it (lets do it)Aint gotta back door aint gotta snake you outLil nigga you know we into itNigga you aint good in your hoodYou cant even go to your hoodWhy you tryna blame your hood? (Blame your hood)You dont wear chains in the hood (change your hood)You dont even claim your hoodYeah (gang gang)Oblock OTF 300 bitch just check the stats (lets get it)Nigga said that he be throwin shots I bet he catch em back (lets get it)I called folksem late I know they up I know they in the trap (trap)Got his lo man his ass a goofy got his shit off Snap (gang)I been shootin guns (boom) I got bodies from way back (boom-boom)I spent a lot on bonds (bonds) once I beat my case I made it backYou know they like to run (run)But you better not trip boy watch your step (run run)And Im just havin fun And I got that aim shoot like Im Steph (boom-boom)Bet yo bitch wanna meet me (she do) she seen me on the TV (uh-huh)She in love with all these VVs (VVs) Icebox made my shit look 3D (damn)Hell no I aint hear your CD (nah)Im right here in your city (uh-huh)They like Von you better tuck your chain (why?)Dont nobody wanna die aint nobody that silly (boom-boom)I been shootin guns (boom) I got bodies from way back (boom-boom)I spent a lot on bonds (bonds) once I beat my case I made it backYou know they like to run (run)But you better not trip boy watch your step (run run)And Im just havin fun And I got that aim shoot like Im Steph (boom-boom)

A nigga talkin bout a motherfucker cant use no tuneLike motherfuckers aint in these streetsOn GodWhy you playin with my shorty like he wont come up out that cut?Why you talkin out your neck like he wont turn yo ass to runts?They say why we aint kill his ass we was on his ass for a couple monthsYou know Blow his ass a smoker he put 3 grams in a bluntGot a booster she a dwarf I dont pay for Saint LaurentAint no peace treaty with the opps dont call my phone cause I aint the oneHow they give him 39 and he aint get caught up with no gun?Aint no pass we on your ass dont get caught up with your sonIts one opp that we aint blast after him it aint no funHow you say your ass the man and you aint give your block no guns?Man you know his ass a rat how he get out in a month?Why you actin like a bitch? Nigga shouldve been a punkWe gon catch you lackin off them pills wearin them glassesWe gon hit your blindside foenem hit you nine timesI send hits through CashApp Im on a 6 with badazzOn that car if he back back f*ck my opps Im Die YWhy you walk like that? (He told)Why you talk like that? (He told)Why you move like that? (Lets get it)Why you shoot like that? (He old)Why you lack like that? (Yeah)Why act like that? (Lets get it)Why you fu like that? (Why you fu?)You make the news like that (yeah)See I aint built like that (lets go)Bitch you get killed like that (lets go)My pockets gettin big (lets get it)Like uncle Phil in there (Uncle Phil in there)Who got the pills in here? (Who got the pills in there?)Take off your heels in here (take off your heels in here)Its gon get real in here (on god)So dont get killed in here (lets get it)I got my pipe in here I wont think twice in hereIm shootin everybody even theOT I fly you here what size shoe you wear?Must be the pills talkin cant lie Im high as hellWhere Im from you better not tell where Im from its dead or jailWhere Im from its on that car and watch out there go 12Where Im from its hit or miss and he got hit he quickWhere Im from you lookin stiff then put him in a zipWhere Im from we smokin him that Tooka man be chokin himThese hoes aint shit gang Im fuckin her she to close himShe made a paragraph she talkin bout she was close to himHoes aint shit her baby daddy she killed both of themWhy you walk like that?Why you talk like that? (He told)Why you move like that? (Lets get it)Why you shoot like that? (He old)Why you lack like that? (Yeah)Why act like that? (Lets get it)Why you fu like that? (Why you fu?)You make the news like that (yeah)See I aint built like that (lets go)Bitch you get killed like that (lets go)My pockets gettin big (lets get it)Like uncle phil in there (Uncle Phil in there)Who got the pills in here? (Who got the pills in there?)Take off your heels in here (take off your heels in here)Its gon get real in here (on God)So dont get killed in here (lets get it)

This aint a diss song this a real song (DY Krazy)Nigga we aint runnin from no responsibilitiesI take care of familiesIm embarrassed over this mess that I done causedI cant go to sleep Im paranoidAnd its way too many homicidesBought a hunnid guns got my niggas slidingFucked the bitch once now she wanna crySnitches told the Feds I had an alibiBrokenhearted f*ck my bitch every nightI dont know her name she wanna have my childLaughing to the bank got me runnin wildNumb to the pain so I keep a smileGotta keep it stashed up for the trialMaterial intentions got her playing foulIm in rare form like a hyena runnin wildAll the opps getting gunned downI cant go to sleep Im paranoidAnd its way too many homicidesBought a hunnid guns got my niggas slidingFucked the bitch once now she wanna crySnitches told the Feds I had an alibiBrokenhearted f*ck my bitch every nightI dont know her name she wanna have my childLaughing to the bank got me runnin wildNumb to the pain so I keep a smileI lost connections to the streets and I was in denialI seen a grown man shed tears cause he lost his trialI said the streets a crazy feeling just to lose a childHave a one-on-one with God yeah it been a whileI woke up paranoid off drugs I said Im tired nowI answer my phone in the middle of the nigh like Who done died now?Knowing Im involved but we gon slide back when its dying downI dont know who opps no more you look crazy Im firing roundsI love the streets its a portion of meI came from nothing to The Voice of the StreetsI got blood in the streetsThe way he died I advised he died in his sleepThats the trenches yeah yeahI cant go to sleep Im paranoidAnd its way too many homicidesBought a hunnid guns got my niggas slidingFucked the bitch once now she wanna crySnitches told the Feds I had an alibiBrokenhearted f*ck my bitch every nightI dont know her name she wanna have my childLaughing to the bank got me runnin wildNumb to the pain so I keep a smilePublic conversation got you touching cloudsPop the wrong pill hit the wrong dialAint no visitation waiting for the trialTook my last name this aint bout the childReal classy jazzy but dont do no trollingGotta treat you like dead when you playing bogusSee Pluto you my brother gotta stay focusedSometimes I get in my feelings too I wish I wore a TrojanThey tryna go viral off DMs thats why Im antisocialIm just tryna teach the killers not to use emotionI got a whole bitch dont think about my old bitchIm just tryna live my life and catch this momentI cant go to sleep Im paranoidAnd its way too many homicidesBought a hunnid guns got my niggas slidingFucked the bitch once now she wanna crySnitches told the Feds I had an alibiBroken hearted f*ck my bitch every nightI dont know her name she wanna have my childLaughing to the bank got me runnin wildNumb to the pain so I keep a smileWe aint even get no sleep around this shitYou make a temporary decisionThat caused permanent painShit aint goin nowhere(I cant go to sleep Im paranoid)(And theres way too many homicides)That hood mentality feel like you could go through anything(Bought a hundred guns got my niggas slidin)(Laughin to the bank got me runnin wild)(Numb to the pain so I keep a smile)

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