Yo look, look...
Sixty million strong we the buying force
This that type of flavor you can't buy in stores
Waking up on the block felt like I'm in a fort
Either known for getting girls or them resources
Summer days(Daze) on the block I used to love how it feel
Got the folks, got the blunts and the barbecue grill
Shorties on the side taking pictures
While the guys here breaking up a swisher
Laughing bout that thing that they did last night
One man in the circle saying that ain't right
Everybody in the world think we oh so crazy
But it's cool cause for us this a wonderful life
Last night clothes in the trap house sweating in
And everybody in the hood trying to set a trend
5 Feet taller than me but they all my friends
C'mon man I know his bros you can let 'em in
This that hanging in the cut with the fam
This that big vision in a young man
I'm a carry it out, I don't need a plan
If you ain't ever lived it then you don't understand
This is for ah all of my bros
Out here in these streets by the code
I ain't here to glorify it...
Just seem like this what all my people know
On the corner with some 'Dickies' and some "Vans"
Call up the homeys like tell me whats the plans
Some things I seen man I couldn't understand
We all black spending money to the China-man
Man it's priceless
Neighbors looking through the windows, they don't like us
Take a walk to the quickie mart
Watching everybody play they part
If you ain't a man of your principles you get torn apart
It ain't really for the good
Tony was a genius but gave his life up for the hood
A quick little glimpse to my old life
Where we used to crack jokes and tote pipes
Where crackheads on the corner yelling asking for a lower price
OG's doing commerce at the "Days Inn"
In the trap house strategizing trying to make ends
Young Tony staring at the mirror hanging on the grip
Genetic memories of being a king
This that hanging in the cut with the fam
This that big vision in a young man
I'm a carry it out, I don't need a plan
If you ain't ever lived it then you don't understand
This is for ah all of my bros
Out here in these streets by the code
I ain't here to glorify it...
Just seem like this what all my people know
El Mega - Fam Lyrics
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Yo look, look...
Sixty million strong we the buying force
This that type of flavor you can't buy in stores
Waking up on the block felt like I'm in a fort
Either known for getting girls or them resources
Summer days(Daze) on the block I used to love how it feel
Got the folks, got the blunts and the barbecue grill
Shorties on the side taking pictures
While the guys here breaking up a swisher
Laughing bout that thing that they did last night
One man in the circle saying that ain't right
Everybody in the world think we oh so crazy
But it's cool cause for us this a wonderful life
Last night clothes in the trap house sweating in
And everybody in the hood trying to set a trend
5 Feet taller than me but they all my friends
C'mon man I know his bros you can let 'em in
This that hanging in the cut with the fam
This that big vision in a young man
I'm a carry it out, I don't need a plan
If you ain't ever lived it then you don't understand
This is for ah all of my bros
Out here in these streets by the code
I ain't here to glorify it...
Just seem like this what all my people know
On the corner with some 'Dickies' and some "Vans"
Call up the homeys like tell me whats the plans
Some things I seen man I couldn't understand
We all black spending money to the China-man
Man it's priceless
Neighbors looking through the windows, they don't like us
Take a walk to the quickie mart
Watching everybody play they part
If you ain't a man of your principles you get torn apart
It ain't really for the good
Tony was a genius but gave his life up for the hood
A quick little glimpse to my old life
Where we used to crack jokes and tote pipes
Where crackheads on the corner yelling asking for a lower price
OG's doing commerce at the "Days Inn"
In the trap house strategizing trying to make ends
Young Tony staring at the mirror hanging on the grip
Genetic memories of being a king
This that hanging in the cut with the fam
This that big vision in a young man
I'm a carry it out, I don't need a plan
If you ain't ever lived it then you don't understand
This is for ah all of my bros
Out here in these streets by the code
I ain't here to glorify it...
Just seem like this what all my people know
Sixty million strong we the buying force
This that type of flavor you can't buy in stores
Waking up on the block felt like I'm in a fort
Either known for getting girls or them resources
Summer days(Daze) on the block I used to love how it feel
Got the folks, got the blunts and the barbecue grill
Shorties on the side taking pictures
While the guys here breaking up a swisher
Laughing bout that thing that they did last night
One man in the circle saying that ain't right
Everybody in the world think we oh so crazy
But it's cool cause for us this a wonderful life
Last night clothes in the trap house sweating in
And everybody in the hood trying to set a trend
5 Feet taller than me but they all my friends
C'mon man I know his bros you can let 'em in
This that hanging in the cut with the fam
This that big vision in a young man
I'm a carry it out, I don't need a plan
If you ain't ever lived it then you don't understand
This is for ah all of my bros
Out here in these streets by the code
I ain't here to glorify it...
Just seem like this what all my people know
On the corner with some 'Dickies' and some "Vans"
Call up the homeys like tell me whats the plans
Some things I seen man I couldn't understand
We all black spending money to the China-man
Man it's priceless
Neighbors looking through the windows, they don't like us
Take a walk to the quickie mart
Watching everybody play they part
If you ain't a man of your principles you get torn apart
It ain't really for the good
Tony was a genius but gave his life up for the hood
A quick little glimpse to my old life
Where we used to crack jokes and tote pipes
Where crackheads on the corner yelling asking for a lower price
OG's doing commerce at the "Days Inn"
In the trap house strategizing trying to make ends
Young Tony staring at the mirror hanging on the grip
Genetic memories of being a king
This that hanging in the cut with the fam
This that big vision in a young man
I'm a carry it out, I don't need a plan
If you ain't ever lived it then you don't understand
This is for ah all of my bros
Out here in these streets by the code
I ain't here to glorify it...
Just seem like this what all my people know
Writer: AIMANOWIL AWED
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