Eli Du Breesh - Re-Ruined Lyrics

Niggas prayin' on my downfall
Watch what I turn into
Haters try to play me
Don't know what I been through
Shooters blow like AC's
Tryna ball like KD
Niggas try to cage me
You snitchin' catch a
Street shit ain't for everyone, you better know your place B
Heavy on artillery, we don't play them games, uh
Yeah we on the S Block, you know where the gang at
Grew up 'round them money makers, you know where my head at
Mama, when I said I was school
I was dodgin' all my classes
Makin' money with some fools
We was f*ckin' up a six
Had to call her for my shoes
Had a package full of drip
So they knew I was in tune
Mama told me "Boy you better stay your ass in school"
Tried so many times, I couldn't follow all the rules
All this money on my mind, it had me actin' like a fool
I was grindin' all my life, I had to get up on my shit
Showin' all these haters, I'ma always be legit
Ain't no hatin' on Du Breesh, shooters always keep a stick
Free my bruddas, free my bruddas, when they home you know it's litt
When I make it out the hood, you know my mama gon' be litt
I'ma shit on all who really tried to play me
Started movin' shady
Now they watchin' Breesh, uh
Ball like McGrady
Remember all the times I was starvin', they ain't save me
Now they want a handout, life really crazy
Niggas dayroom
Shit really crazy
Family movin' shady
That's why I move doley on a regular
Gotta get my cheddar up
Sometimes I be thinkin' are you with me or a competitor
Facetime from 40, he won't waste time
He was on a waistline tuck, for a pussy to run up and get hit
Keep your guard up
No hoes bard in this bitch
Show no mercy for a pussy, keep a dick
He ain't really with the shits, he get split, like a stripper
Got him shakin' for his life, this nigga piss (This nigga piss)
Chill homie, you not tryna get turned into a spliff (Relax)
You don't want no war with us, 'cause you gon' lose your shit (You gon' lose your shit)