No cereal in the box no milk in the jug momma ain't around to show her baby no love
Daddy been gone, I was one when he got locked up
I'm in the streets bare feet, screaming, "Lord what about us?"
My sister wiping cold out my eyes with her spit
Can't miss that free lunch, cause that's the only meal we gon, get
Survival mode on a daily, dog the struggle will drive you crazy
Either it'll break you or it'll make you, but this is how it made me
Hunit thousand rock solid, harder than the pavement
Momma showed us tough love cause see daddy wasn't there to raise us
Foster home prepared me for prison, the streets made me another statistic
Either you live or you die either way it go u a victim
They got us poverty stricken the dollar bill is forbidden
Burning this money every day, while we sell our souls for these riches
How you gon' sell what was given, cause you trapped in the system
Where we pay to live a life that God blessed us to be living for real
Sometimes we do a little bad, just to do a little good
Sometimes we walk the wrong path, just to make it out the hood
Drug money paying church tithes
Drug money paying church tithes
Drug money paying church tithes
Drug money paying church tithes
Drug money paying church tithes, silent cries pain in my eyes
Born in the streets no choice to decide
Momma in the kitchen, whipping pies, not the same ones as Patty
Can't blame her when you raising five jits without a daddy
Stuck in a generation curse, blood line full of trappers
My granny was a hustler, what you thought would come after?
My momma trafficking work, in my little sister pamper
I'm 16 stashing dope in my dirty clothes hamper
Lost in this world of sin, thinking money was the answer
When money was the cancer eating away, causing damage to my family
My Uncle Darryl got locked, my Uncle Tari got shot
And then my momma got popped for serving a undercover cop
Indictment season roll around they got a list full of Browns
They say what goes up nigga must come down
I seen it all as a lil nigga, no Spiderman my role model was a real killer
No Batman, we was really robbing drug dealers
In the quick sand, praying for a plug nigga
Drug money paying church tithes
Sometimes we do a little bad, just to do a little good
Sometimes we walk the wrong path, just to make it out the hood
Drug money paying church tithes
Drug money paying church tithes
Drug money paying church tithes
Drug money paying church tithes
OG Tommy Brown - Church Tithes Lyrics
OG Tommy Brown - Church Tithes Lyrics
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No cereal in the box no milk in the jug momma ain't around to show her baby no love
Daddy been gone, I was one when he got locked up
I'm in the streets bare feet, screaming, "Lord what about us?"
My sister wiping cold out my eyes with her spit
Can't miss that free lunch, cause that's the only meal we gon, get
Survival mode on a daily, dog the struggle will drive you crazy
Either it'll break you or it'll make you, but this is how it made me
Hunit thousand rock solid, harder than the pavement
Momma showed us tough love cause see daddy wasn't there to raise us
Foster home prepared me for prison, the streets made me another statistic
Either you live or you die either way it go u a victim
They got us poverty stricken the dollar bill is forbidden
Burning this money every day, while we sell our souls for these riches
How you gon' sell what was given, cause you trapped in the system
Where we pay to live a life that God blessed us to be living for real
Sometimes we do a little bad, just to do a little good
Sometimes we walk the wrong path, just to make it out the hood
Drug money paying church tithes
Drug money paying church tithes
Drug money paying church tithes
Drug money paying church tithes
Drug money paying church tithes, silent cries pain in my eyes
Born in the streets no choice to decide
Momma in the kitchen, whipping pies, not the same ones as Patty
Can't blame her when you raising five jits without a daddy
Stuck in a generation curse, blood line full of trappers
My granny was a hustler, what you thought would come after?
My momma trafficking work, in my little sister pamper
I'm 16 stashing dope in my dirty clothes hamper
Lost in this world of sin, thinking money was the answer
When money was the cancer eating away, causing damage to my family
My Uncle Darryl got locked, my Uncle Tari got shot
And then my momma got popped for serving a undercover cop
Indictment season roll around they got a list full of Browns
They say what goes up nigga must come down
I seen it all as a lil nigga, no Spiderman my role model was a real killer
No Batman, we was really robbing drug dealers
In the quick sand, praying for a plug nigga
Drug money paying church tithes
Sometimes we do a little bad, just to do a little good
Sometimes we walk the wrong path, just to make it out the hood
Drug money paying church tithes
Drug money paying church tithes
Drug money paying church tithes
Drug money paying church tithes
Daddy been gone, I was one when he got locked up
I'm in the streets bare feet, screaming, "Lord what about us?"
My sister wiping cold out my eyes with her spit
Can't miss that free lunch, cause that's the only meal we gon, get
Survival mode on a daily, dog the struggle will drive you crazy
Either it'll break you or it'll make you, but this is how it made me
Hunit thousand rock solid, harder than the pavement
Momma showed us tough love cause see daddy wasn't there to raise us
Foster home prepared me for prison, the streets made me another statistic
Either you live or you die either way it go u a victim
They got us poverty stricken the dollar bill is forbidden
Burning this money every day, while we sell our souls for these riches
How you gon' sell what was given, cause you trapped in the system
Where we pay to live a life that God blessed us to be living for real
Sometimes we do a little bad, just to do a little good
Sometimes we walk the wrong path, just to make it out the hood
Drug money paying church tithes
Drug money paying church tithes
Drug money paying church tithes
Drug money paying church tithes
Drug money paying church tithes, silent cries pain in my eyes
Born in the streets no choice to decide
Momma in the kitchen, whipping pies, not the same ones as Patty
Can't blame her when you raising five jits without a daddy
Stuck in a generation curse, blood line full of trappers
My granny was a hustler, what you thought would come after?
My momma trafficking work, in my little sister pamper
I'm 16 stashing dope in my dirty clothes hamper
Lost in this world of sin, thinking money was the answer
When money was the cancer eating away, causing damage to my family
My Uncle Darryl got locked, my Uncle Tari got shot
And then my momma got popped for serving a undercover cop
Indictment season roll around they got a list full of Browns
They say what goes up nigga must come down
I seen it all as a lil nigga, no Spiderman my role model was a real killer
No Batman, we was really robbing drug dealers
In the quick sand, praying for a plug nigga
Drug money paying church tithes
Sometimes we do a little bad, just to do a little good
Sometimes we walk the wrong path, just to make it out the hood
Drug money paying church tithes
Drug money paying church tithes
Drug money paying church tithes
Drug money paying church tithes
Writer: Thomas Brown
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