Trynna b heard
See what I speak
Flippin a bird
It won't for me
Came up wit hustlas and bangas,some dealers and tha users
U came up snitchin wit bitches workin wit prosecutors
See we wa strugglin to make it,dats why we made it out
Yea we made it out
Aye we made it out
My, block, was a kid, on a trampoline
My, block, servin kids, underprivileged dreams
My block, fulla kids, half was on some beans
Half was on tha lean, "I was on a team
I was up late trynna get it in
Me, Cutty D and a couple friends
Worked on my fadeaway against tha wind
Trynna b TMac and Iverson
Prolly had splints diggin in my shin
Aynt give a f*ck cuz I wanna win
Can't make it up I cannot pretend
Usedta come home trynna creep in
No days owf,can't sleep in
Shallow ass niggas in tha deep end
Only on me can I de pend
Can't let tha f*ckery seep in
TwAn J, so soufside
Doin fifty, on old nat
Hit tha shell and den drove back
But I usedta go tha long way
Ingles was up by tha fifty
Smoke or my sister wa wit me
I wud pull up in tha jimmy
But I usedta go tha long way
Way before some apps, we was fillin apps
We wa shootin hoops or wa shootin craps
We wa shootin gaps or wa shootin straps
Pound a nigga up, aynt no givin daps
Aye
Went to tha Chiiiiiii it wa dope
Aye
Den went to Denverrrr and smoked
Aye
PCB got on a boat
Aye
Myrtle beach bought a coat
Aye
Red on my jacket and black on my hoodie
Came up on Pac, Kilo Ali and Goodie
Came up on ball,UGK and tha G
Came up on Biggie, Mike and TIP
Came up on Luda,Tity,B.o.B
Came up on Missy,Pharrell,PAT
Came up on tha block but won't raised in tha street
Comin up next pay attention to me
Watch what u say
Jes like a mirror is aimed at ya lip
Niggas like my blood
But dey outside banngin as crips
Usedta keep a Dutch
Now I got a raw
Flowin for tha win
I was tha loser dat wud draw
Gotta feed tha streets
Homeless mothers hurt
So it's F.a.H
Dis shyt more than jes a shirt
Gotta make it better
Or we make it worse
When u got a gift
It's like a blessing and a curse
Pray before I scream
Fight before I shoot
Write until I dream
Write until I dream
TwAn J - Tha Pre.Amble (Prod. Ric & Thadeus) Lyrics
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Trynna b heard
See what I speak
Flippin a bird
It won't for me
Came up wit hustlas and bangas,some dealers and tha users
U came up snitchin wit bitches workin wit prosecutors
See we wa strugglin to make it,dats why we made it out
Yea we made it out
Aye we made it out
My, block, was a kid, on a trampoline
My, block, servin kids, underprivileged dreams
My block, fulla kids, half was on some beans
Half was on tha lean, "I was on a team
I was up late trynna get it in
Me, Cutty D and a couple friends
Worked on my fadeaway against tha wind
Trynna b TMac and Iverson
Prolly had splints diggin in my shin
Aynt give a f*ck cuz I wanna win
Can't make it up I cannot pretend
Usedta come home trynna creep in
No days owf,can't sleep in
Shallow ass niggas in tha deep end
Only on me can I de pend
Can't let tha f*ckery seep in
TwAn J, so soufside
Doin fifty, on old nat
Hit tha shell and den drove back
But I usedta go tha long way
Ingles was up by tha fifty
Smoke or my sister wa wit me
I wud pull up in tha jimmy
But I usedta go tha long way
Way before some apps, we was fillin apps
We wa shootin hoops or wa shootin craps
We wa shootin gaps or wa shootin straps
Pound a nigga up, aynt no givin daps
Aye
Went to tha Chiiiiiii it wa dope
Aye
Den went to Denverrrr and smoked
Aye
PCB got on a boat
Aye
Myrtle beach bought a coat
Aye
Red on my jacket and black on my hoodie
Came up on Pac, Kilo Ali and Goodie
Came up on ball,UGK and tha G
Came up on Biggie, Mike and TIP
Came up on Luda,Tity,B.o.B
Came up on Missy,Pharrell,PAT
Came up on tha block but won't raised in tha street
Comin up next pay attention to me
Watch what u say
Jes like a mirror is aimed at ya lip
Niggas like my blood
But dey outside banngin as crips
Usedta keep a Dutch
Now I got a raw
Flowin for tha win
I was tha loser dat wud draw
Gotta feed tha streets
Homeless mothers hurt
So it's F.a.H
Dis shyt more than jes a shirt
Gotta make it better
Or we make it worse
When u got a gift
It's like a blessing and a curse
Pray before I scream
Fight before I shoot
Write until I dream
Write until I dream
See what I speak
Flippin a bird
It won't for me
Came up wit hustlas and bangas,some dealers and tha users
U came up snitchin wit bitches workin wit prosecutors
See we wa strugglin to make it,dats why we made it out
Yea we made it out
Aye we made it out
My, block, was a kid, on a trampoline
My, block, servin kids, underprivileged dreams
My block, fulla kids, half was on some beans
Half was on tha lean, "I was on a team
I was up late trynna get it in
Me, Cutty D and a couple friends
Worked on my fadeaway against tha wind
Trynna b TMac and Iverson
Prolly had splints diggin in my shin
Aynt give a f*ck cuz I wanna win
Can't make it up I cannot pretend
Usedta come home trynna creep in
No days owf,can't sleep in
Shallow ass niggas in tha deep end
Only on me can I de pend
Can't let tha f*ckery seep in
TwAn J, so soufside
Doin fifty, on old nat
Hit tha shell and den drove back
But I usedta go tha long way
Ingles was up by tha fifty
Smoke or my sister wa wit me
I wud pull up in tha jimmy
But I usedta go tha long way
Way before some apps, we was fillin apps
We wa shootin hoops or wa shootin craps
We wa shootin gaps or wa shootin straps
Pound a nigga up, aynt no givin daps
Aye
Went to tha Chiiiiiii it wa dope
Aye
Den went to Denverrrr and smoked
Aye
PCB got on a boat
Aye
Myrtle beach bought a coat
Aye
Red on my jacket and black on my hoodie
Came up on Pac, Kilo Ali and Goodie
Came up on ball,UGK and tha G
Came up on Biggie, Mike and TIP
Came up on Luda,Tity,B.o.B
Came up on Missy,Pharrell,PAT
Came up on tha block but won't raised in tha street
Comin up next pay attention to me
Watch what u say
Jes like a mirror is aimed at ya lip
Niggas like my blood
But dey outside banngin as crips
Usedta keep a Dutch
Now I got a raw
Flowin for tha win
I was tha loser dat wud draw
Gotta feed tha streets
Homeless mothers hurt
So it's F.a.H
Dis shyt more than jes a shirt
Gotta make it better
Or we make it worse
When u got a gift
It's like a blessing and a curse
Pray before I scream
Fight before I shoot
Write until I dream
Write until I dream
Writer: Antwan Jennings
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