文本歌词

Ayo light it up
What I look at
They said you should be thankful for what you got
I said you should be thankful for what I'm not if this is back then she getting shock
Running through these streets like I'm homeless
Single parent my mama couldn't kiddo this
I was broke but I felt like I should own this
Young nigga thoughts are getting paid
Eyes around bad ***** thoughts are again laid
Sellin diament king house is getting ready
****in straight snitchin the was getting waed
Lookin at the aston my lil nigga blastin
Imagine I eating for a month like we fastin but a lie who walk bar from a cop car
Hoping they'll shooters co a rap star
Shoot below the scuffle money and a louis doublele
Range roverboard a couple hate you don't like me
Love when I be actin up
Hammer out back him up
Bring his chain on the block
My nigga be crackin up
Yeah I'm on that bull**** 38 revolver
Drink pop percs like the tylinal
Getting moneyensor kid before I sign the record deal
Puff seen it in my eyes lots of **** real for real battled everybody spit outside with the shottie in the bushes
Knew the dope fiend the attics in the bushes
Ten years in the game
Ten years with the same
D block l ox a house name I ain't
About to piss in but a lil nigga listen
So I think I begin some dough
I grew up on the block block block spot some shoot niggas playing it yo
But I love it
I always say that I'll rise up above it
But the streets keep pulling me in
You can't be mad at me for tryin
Yo all these red lights aty in the crib had sleep with a hundred brick stuffed under her bed right nep you never been the same
Since he held his first pack put a little nigga hands showed him how to work that
Eating shrim scamy withs ands on
Cuershold dinner plateul with them lion on 'em
Bracelets all my shooters and6s rats with hammers in they holts wasted political killers with digital pills to my bros but naked in the box
No daylight feelings
Made the board soon as he put that appealing
Got the night record longer than a mess hall ceiling
Outdoo still squirin' in the mouth for ho bm credit dirty lawyer still vouching fords
Safety deposit boxs sharp oxess
Murder you have your nigga hangin out your box
I have nearpo the pissin but a little nigga listen so I think I begin some dough
I grew up on the block
My spotse them shoot a niggas letting it
But I love it
I always say that I'll rise up above it
But the streets keep pulling me in
You can't be mad at me for trying to win
How **** I love it
Do block