Yeah
You know
This lifestyle ain't for everybody
Take it from me
This shit get wicked
I've lost too many homies behind this shit
Too many family members
Man f*ck all this shit
(Samee on the beat)
If I ever get caught slippin'
I hope God got mercy on me
Everybody gotta conscious not a choice
That some shit that I never got from my OG's
Cuz when you gone all you gon' be is a memory
Cuz when you gone all you gone' be is a memory
I pray God got mercy on me
Buckle up this is a bumpy ride
It seems like every night
In my city it's a homicide
Shootouts after dark
If we get caught
We don't apologize
This type of shit happens all the time
Color laces in 'Chuck Taylor's'
And same color rags
Wrapped around the blower
Or in our pockets in the back
Homies throwin' up their set
I don't bang but I be rockin' .223
Shells disperse and yo block
Get to knockin'
My reaction to bullshit's
More calculated these days
I don't be wastin' my breath
Unless that shit get me paid
Rewriting what they said was my prophecy
I stay solid and never let that
Goofy shit bother me
Squad full of true generals
Leveled up from soldiers
If you ever get caught lackin'
Better keep your composure
Best to die on your feet
Than to live on your knees
I'd rather get caught with it
Than get caught without my heat
Fo' real
If I ever get caught slippin'
I hope God got mercy on me
Everybody gotta conscious not a choice
That some shit that I never got from my OG's
Cuz when you gone all you gon' be is a memory
Cuz when you gone all you gone' be is a memory
I pray God got mercy on me
Hustle hard young homie go for the green
Looking' at everything in sight like
We can own these things
7 to a 14
14 to a whole thing
Double up every single time
That's the whole scheme
Boy think
You gotta watch the way you move
All these youngsters started banging
Cause they think that shit is cool
Till they find themselves in a jam
And they really gotta shoot
But there's cameras all around
So they'll be on the news
Yeah I've seen it before
Wanted suspect armed and dangerous
Still at large
I guess I'd rather be that than the victim
But these suckas start folding
Once they end up in the system
That shit wicked
They take themselves out of commission
Started snitching
Now the active homies in the hood
Are itchin' to kill
Ready to slide on the one who switched
Since he wanna go and tell like a bitch
That shit weird
You can play but this game ain't no joke
You caught loafin' homie
You can get smoked
It's hard to tell who friends and who's foes
Momma know I gotta stay wit a pole
(I pray God got Mercy on me)
This shit cold
You can play but this game ain't no joke
You caught loafing homie
You can get smoked
It's hard to tell who friends and who's foes
Momma know I gotta stay wit a pole
(I pray God got Mercy on me)
This shit cold
If I ever get caught slippin'
I hope God got mercy on me
Everybody gotta conscious not a choice
That some shit that I never got from my OG's
Cuz when you gone all you gon' be is a memory
Cuz when you gone all you gone' be is a memory
I pray God got mercy on me
Take It from Me (feat. Jame$on) Video (MV)
Performed By: Samee on the Beat & Mb6ix
Language: English
Length: 3:43
Written by: Samee on the Beat & Mb6ix, Ruben Morales
Samee on the Beat & Mb6ix - Take It from Me (feat. Jame$on) Lyrics
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Yeah
You know
This lifestyle ain't for everybody
Take it from me
This shit get wicked
I've lost too many homies behind this shit
Too many family members
Man f*ck all this shit
(Samee on the beat)
If I ever get caught slippin'
I hope God got mercy on me
Everybody gotta conscious not a choice
That some shit that I never got from my OG's
Cuz when you gone all you gon' be is a memory
Cuz when you gone all you gone' be is a memory
I pray God got mercy on me
Buckle up this is a bumpy ride
It seems like every night
In my city it's a homicide
Shootouts after dark
If we get caught
We don't apologize
This type of shit happens all the time
Color laces in 'Chuck Taylor's'
And same color rags
Wrapped around the blower
Or in our pockets in the back
Homies throwin' up their set
I don't bang but I be rockin' .223
Shells disperse and yo block
Get to knockin'
My reaction to bullshit's
More calculated these days
I don't be wastin' my breath
Unless that shit get me paid
Rewriting what they said was my prophecy
I stay solid and never let that
Goofy shit bother me
Squad full of true generals
Leveled up from soldiers
If you ever get caught lackin'
Better keep your composure
Best to die on your feet
Than to live on your knees
I'd rather get caught with it
Than get caught without my heat
Fo' real
If I ever get caught slippin'
I hope God got mercy on me
Everybody gotta conscious not a choice
That some shit that I never got from my OG's
Cuz when you gone all you gon' be is a memory
Cuz when you gone all you gone' be is a memory
I pray God got mercy on me
Hustle hard young homie go for the green
Looking' at everything in sight like
We can own these things
7 to a 14
14 to a whole thing
Double up every single time
That's the whole scheme
Boy think
You gotta watch the way you move
All these youngsters started banging
Cause they think that shit is cool
Till they find themselves in a jam
And they really gotta shoot
But there's cameras all around
So they'll be on the news
Yeah I've seen it before
Wanted suspect armed and dangerous
Still at large
I guess I'd rather be that than the victim
But these suckas start folding
Once they end up in the system
That shit wicked
They take themselves out of commission
Started snitching
Now the active homies in the hood
Are itchin' to kill
Ready to slide on the one who switched
Since he wanna go and tell like a bitch
That shit weird
You can play but this game ain't no joke
You caught loafin' homie
You can get smoked
It's hard to tell who friends and who's foes
Momma know I gotta stay wit a pole
(I pray God got Mercy on me)
This shit cold
You can play but this game ain't no joke
You caught loafing homie
You can get smoked
It's hard to tell who friends and who's foes
Momma know I gotta stay wit a pole
(I pray God got Mercy on me)
This shit cold
If I ever get caught slippin'
I hope God got mercy on me
Everybody gotta conscious not a choice
That some shit that I never got from my OG's
Cuz when you gone all you gon' be is a memory
Cuz when you gone all you gone' be is a memory
I pray God got mercy on me
You know
This lifestyle ain't for everybody
Take it from me
This shit get wicked
I've lost too many homies behind this shit
Too many family members
Man f*ck all this shit
(Samee on the beat)
If I ever get caught slippin'
I hope God got mercy on me
Everybody gotta conscious not a choice
That some shit that I never got from my OG's
Cuz when you gone all you gon' be is a memory
Cuz when you gone all you gone' be is a memory
I pray God got mercy on me
Buckle up this is a bumpy ride
It seems like every night
In my city it's a homicide
Shootouts after dark
If we get caught
We don't apologize
This type of shit happens all the time
Color laces in 'Chuck Taylor's'
And same color rags
Wrapped around the blower
Or in our pockets in the back
Homies throwin' up their set
I don't bang but I be rockin' .223
Shells disperse and yo block
Get to knockin'
My reaction to bullshit's
More calculated these days
I don't be wastin' my breath
Unless that shit get me paid
Rewriting what they said was my prophecy
I stay solid and never let that
Goofy shit bother me
Squad full of true generals
Leveled up from soldiers
If you ever get caught lackin'
Better keep your composure
Best to die on your feet
Than to live on your knees
I'd rather get caught with it
Than get caught without my heat
Fo' real
If I ever get caught slippin'
I hope God got mercy on me
Everybody gotta conscious not a choice
That some shit that I never got from my OG's
Cuz when you gone all you gon' be is a memory
Cuz when you gone all you gone' be is a memory
I pray God got mercy on me
Hustle hard young homie go for the green
Looking' at everything in sight like
We can own these things
7 to a 14
14 to a whole thing
Double up every single time
That's the whole scheme
Boy think
You gotta watch the way you move
All these youngsters started banging
Cause they think that shit is cool
Till they find themselves in a jam
And they really gotta shoot
But there's cameras all around
So they'll be on the news
Yeah I've seen it before
Wanted suspect armed and dangerous
Still at large
I guess I'd rather be that than the victim
But these suckas start folding
Once they end up in the system
That shit wicked
They take themselves out of commission
Started snitching
Now the active homies in the hood
Are itchin' to kill
Ready to slide on the one who switched
Since he wanna go and tell like a bitch
That shit weird
You can play but this game ain't no joke
You caught loafin' homie
You can get smoked
It's hard to tell who friends and who's foes
Momma know I gotta stay wit a pole
(I pray God got Mercy on me)
This shit cold
You can play but this game ain't no joke
You caught loafing homie
You can get smoked
It's hard to tell who friends and who's foes
Momma know I gotta stay wit a pole
(I pray God got Mercy on me)
This shit cold
If I ever get caught slippin'
I hope God got mercy on me
Everybody gotta conscious not a choice
That some shit that I never got from my OG's
Cuz when you gone all you gon' be is a memory
Cuz when you gone all you gone' be is a memory
I pray God got mercy on me
Writer: Samee on the Beat & Mb6ix, Ruben Morales
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid