Yeah
Its HOUR
Let me talk to em
Ight
Plug me in
The mindset of a nigga
That want it all
Bout to paint a picture vivid
So listen
You'll get withdrawals
You'll get sick
To your stomach
The way that we get involved
You'll get sick
To your stomach
The way that the hate evolves
Dirty trap
Dirty dreams
Just listen u wont believe
Dirty cops
Will take your things
If u let em
So follow me
Darkskin
Is a weapon
They see you as
Targets G
Another nigga
In a prison
He pleads
He can't believe
Thinking
It was the scene
Was the wrong
Place to be
Different climate
Same breed
We are kings
We are queens
Leave it
I'm not on top
So I cant talk
Who is me
I wont stop until
My name is "he did it"
I'm OG
Bitches
You wanna talk
I'm gonna talk
With the tommy
Listen
You wanna talk
I'm gonna talk
Have my tommy
Hissing
I'm talking with my Glock on my right
Pull it on sight
Nigga tommy
Seen some
Bitches in sight
He splits em right
I'm like
Your moms out playing wit u
Mines is out working hard
I'm out here throwing fists
You jumping rope
I'm out getting scarred
It aint the same
Around here
In my hood
You don't trip
You fall
Aint the same
Around here
In my hood
We sell bricks
Steal cars
Our broads from abroad
Got nothing
We want it all
They be tricking
They be stripping
I'm sick
You're sick
Its odd
Different jobs
We don't jump
To the street
For nothing
Yall
We just looking
From the bottom
We really
End up in bars
Let us fall
Let us sink
No ones talking
But seen it all
Let us fall
Let us sink
No ones talking
We get withdrawals
Like
Seen him fall right
Come on
Gotta ball right
In the back seat
Smoking with bitches
I know the wrong type
Cant be focused
On females
Once we get to ball right
Cant be focused
On females
So can you ball right ?
Can you ball tight ?
Wen you falling
Ball right
Imagine theres nothing
Because your
Different
And cant ball right
You never see what we see
Cux we want it bad
Born to hustle
From the start
We live different
Don't know our dad
All our fam
Ina jam
My nigga
Still on the block
Got no fam
Just our cousins
That's fam
Holding a pot
Got no shot
Wen u aint got no money
You got no shot
Got u popped
You'll get rich
F*ck these bitches
That's just our thoughts
In our spot
Spoiled milk in your fridge
With 7 kids
Family's big
So you hustle
For kids
As tough it is
That's what it is
Not on the top
And u wanna change it
Pistol on your waist
You see green
You gonna take it
Hey
Think you coming my way
You f*cking brainless
Because u gonna see
Another nigga
In the same place
Imagine
Waking up in the morning
Not having shit
Then you see your
Family hustle
Your stomach
Still aint got shit
Then you see your
Best friend dead on the tv
You still got shit
F*ck this shit
Ima go buy some ounces
I'm selling bricks nigga
HOURAFTER2 - Where Will I Go Lyrics
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Yeah
Its HOUR
Let me talk to em
Ight
Plug me in
The mindset of a nigga
That want it all
Bout to paint a picture vivid
So listen
You'll get withdrawals
You'll get sick
To your stomach
The way that we get involved
You'll get sick
To your stomach
The way that the hate evolves
Dirty trap
Dirty dreams
Just listen u wont believe
Dirty cops
Will take your things
If u let em
So follow me
Darkskin
Is a weapon
They see you as
Targets G
Another nigga
In a prison
He pleads
He can't believe
Thinking
It was the scene
Was the wrong
Place to be
Different climate
Same breed
We are kings
We are queens
Leave it
I'm not on top
So I cant talk
Who is me
I wont stop until
My name is "he did it"
I'm OG
Bitches
You wanna talk
I'm gonna talk
With the tommy
Listen
You wanna talk
I'm gonna talk
Have my tommy
Hissing
I'm talking with my Glock on my right
Pull it on sight
Nigga tommy
Seen some
Bitches in sight
He splits em right
I'm like
Your moms out playing wit u
Mines is out working hard
I'm out here throwing fists
You jumping rope
I'm out getting scarred
It aint the same
Around here
In my hood
You don't trip
You fall
Aint the same
Around here
In my hood
We sell bricks
Steal cars
Our broads from abroad
Got nothing
We want it all
They be tricking
They be stripping
I'm sick
You're sick
Its odd
Different jobs
We don't jump
To the street
For nothing
Yall
We just looking
From the bottom
We really
End up in bars
Let us fall
Let us sink
No ones talking
But seen it all
Let us fall
Let us sink
No ones talking
We get withdrawals
Like
Seen him fall right
Come on
Gotta ball right
In the back seat
Smoking with bitches
I know the wrong type
Cant be focused
On females
Once we get to ball right
Cant be focused
On females
So can you ball right ?
Can you ball tight ?
Wen you falling
Ball right
Imagine theres nothing
Because your
Different
And cant ball right
You never see what we see
Cux we want it bad
Born to hustle
From the start
We live different
Don't know our dad
All our fam
Ina jam
My nigga
Still on the block
Got no fam
Just our cousins
That's fam
Holding a pot
Got no shot
Wen u aint got no money
You got no shot
Got u popped
You'll get rich
F*ck these bitches
That's just our thoughts
In our spot
Spoiled milk in your fridge
With 7 kids
Family's big
So you hustle
For kids
As tough it is
That's what it is
Not on the top
And u wanna change it
Pistol on your waist
You see green
You gonna take it
Hey
Think you coming my way
You f*cking brainless
Because u gonna see
Another nigga
In the same place
Imagine
Waking up in the morning
Not having shit
Then you see your
Family hustle
Your stomach
Still aint got shit
Then you see your
Best friend dead on the tv
You still got shit
F*ck this shit
Ima go buy some ounces
I'm selling bricks nigga
Its HOUR
Let me talk to em
Ight
Plug me in
The mindset of a nigga
That want it all
Bout to paint a picture vivid
So listen
You'll get withdrawals
You'll get sick
To your stomach
The way that we get involved
You'll get sick
To your stomach
The way that the hate evolves
Dirty trap
Dirty dreams
Just listen u wont believe
Dirty cops
Will take your things
If u let em
So follow me
Darkskin
Is a weapon
They see you as
Targets G
Another nigga
In a prison
He pleads
He can't believe
Thinking
It was the scene
Was the wrong
Place to be
Different climate
Same breed
We are kings
We are queens
Leave it
I'm not on top
So I cant talk
Who is me
I wont stop until
My name is "he did it"
I'm OG
Bitches
You wanna talk
I'm gonna talk
With the tommy
Listen
You wanna talk
I'm gonna talk
Have my tommy
Hissing
I'm talking with my Glock on my right
Pull it on sight
Nigga tommy
Seen some
Bitches in sight
He splits em right
I'm like
Your moms out playing wit u
Mines is out working hard
I'm out here throwing fists
You jumping rope
I'm out getting scarred
It aint the same
Around here
In my hood
You don't trip
You fall
Aint the same
Around here
In my hood
We sell bricks
Steal cars
Our broads from abroad
Got nothing
We want it all
They be tricking
They be stripping
I'm sick
You're sick
Its odd
Different jobs
We don't jump
To the street
For nothing
Yall
We just looking
From the bottom
We really
End up in bars
Let us fall
Let us sink
No ones talking
But seen it all
Let us fall
Let us sink
No ones talking
We get withdrawals
Like
Seen him fall right
Come on
Gotta ball right
In the back seat
Smoking with bitches
I know the wrong type
Cant be focused
On females
Once we get to ball right
Cant be focused
On females
So can you ball right ?
Can you ball tight ?
Wen you falling
Ball right
Imagine theres nothing
Because your
Different
And cant ball right
You never see what we see
Cux we want it bad
Born to hustle
From the start
We live different
Don't know our dad
All our fam
Ina jam
My nigga
Still on the block
Got no fam
Just our cousins
That's fam
Holding a pot
Got no shot
Wen u aint got no money
You got no shot
Got u popped
You'll get rich
F*ck these bitches
That's just our thoughts
In our spot
Spoiled milk in your fridge
With 7 kids
Family's big
So you hustle
For kids
As tough it is
That's what it is
Not on the top
And u wanna change it
Pistol on your waist
You see green
You gonna take it
Hey
Think you coming my way
You f*cking brainless
Because u gonna see
Another nigga
In the same place
Imagine
Waking up in the morning
Not having shit
Then you see your
Family hustle
Your stomach
Still aint got shit
Then you see your
Best friend dead on the tv
You still got shit
F*ck this shit
Ima go buy some ounces
I'm selling bricks nigga
Writer: Tyler Williams
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