I swear to God, yeah I swear to God, yeah What's the word on the streets? You heard the word on the streets I got my ear to the streets, I put my words on them beats I won't trust you far as I can see, I just wanna be all I can be I remember them nights I didn't eat, I remember them nights I couldn't sleep
From them trenches where they kill you for a stripe If she bad I might give that ho some sexin' for the night I can't let 'em sit behind me, I'm protective of my life And I fuck with real niggas that'll protect me with they life From them trenches where they kill you for a stripe If she bad I might give that ho some sexin' for the night I can't let 'em sit behind me, I'm protective of my life And I fuck with real niggas that'll protect me with they life
(Mama) , I told my mama she ain't gotta help, no more worries I told my brother he ain't gotta do no more servin' (Servin') I'm livin' single, I ain't gotta do no more curvin' (Curvin') I don't wanna mingle, I just wanna fuck, get this everyday Swear to God you don't wanna know what that ghetto it took me through (Me through) My heart won't be the same if I hit that loot without you (You) I ain't worried 'bout no nigga talkin' 'bout what he gon' do If I pulled up on them niggas, they know I'm gon' shoot I know they didn't expect me to pull up in the coupe (Vrr) Blew a extra hundred bands just to drop my roof (Skrrt) I'm in California smokin' with my uncle Snoop All these racks on me, I forgot what I blew (Gang-gang)
From them trenches where they kill you for a stripe If she bad I might give that ho some sexin' for the night I can't let 'em sit behind me, I'm protective of my life And I fuck with real niggas that'll protect me with they life From them trenches where they kill you for a stripe If she bad I might give that ho some sexin' for the night I can't let 'em sit behind me, I'm protective of my life And I fuck with real niggas that'll protect me with they life
I'm missin' my dawg, lil' Jay Pay, he got caught broad with a Ak You pay them other niggas on time, but when you owe your dawg, you pay late Big house with a bigger room, white furniture in my livin' room I ain't have shit comin' up, now I eat with a silver spoon, yeah Why you laugh at me for? Ayy, why you mad at me for? Ayy, I wasn't no one at first, why you didn't brag on me first? I swear to God (Yeah) , I got that Mac on me, though I done lost so many my niggas, why they had to lack on me for? I swear to God (Gang-gang) , I got to rest my body I been workin' so hard I need a bitch to massage me Fuckboy still tryna dodge me, I know them niggas wanna rob me I just wanna live a fast life, I know them niggas wanna park me
From them trenches where they kill you for a stripe If she bad I might give that ho some sexin' for the night I can't let 'em sit behind me, I'm protective of my life And I fuck with real niggas that'll protect me with they life From them trenches where they kill you for a stripe If she bad I might give that ho some sexin' for the night I can't let 'em sit behind me, I'm protective of my life And I fuck with real niggas that'll protect me with they life
Ayy, straight up, you know what I'm sayin'? I come from the motherfuckin' mud, nigga I ain't never goin' back to that shit, I don't give no fuck, nigga I love the hood but I ain't tryna live in it, you know, ayy I advise you get some money like me Gang-gang, gang-gang
Compositores: Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Sammie Benson (Blac Youngsta), Sven Steenbergen ECAD: Obra #35466360