Yea
Turn me up G
(Real shit over Punchlines)
A humble soul but I remain in the jungle I Rome
Tryna get a mill da money's right on da tip of my nose
(Crack music)
Servin all these feins with all this crack music
They all addicted cause they keep on coming back to it (5 a tape)
They getting lifted u would swear I'm making trap music
Nigga I'm spitting, motivation to the hood. A lil hope for yo children
I was placed on a mission, kept it real since the beginning
Open yo third eye an peep the cracks in the ceiling (peep out)
Hella demons around, soberly seeing them now (demons)
Drawing hella far from God da way I'm living is foul (lawd)
Daily missing time to pray, even giving a time to say
Thank you God for blessing me to see another day
(Another day)
Im To focused on rap I'll Sacrafice for this shit
Ill do whatever for my family anything to get rich (yeeaa)
Dem cold nights really changed a nigga... (Cold nights)
F*ck friends they all fake so why hang with em... (F*ck em all)
(305 to my city)
This fa my jits in the slums, to all da Zoe's kickin Doe's for a livin, section 8 all poverty strickin
Oh my God good riddance, they really hungry they'll kill you over grits (Waaaaaah)
(Program to fail)
The government ain't tryna help em get shit, they get they shit how they live
(Oh Lawd) Say a Prayer one time
(Oh lawd)
(Oh Lawd) say a prayer two times
(Lawd)
Man down shots fired
(Damn)
A death cycle we're repeating...
Don't take it by surprise when it gets passed down to yo seed
(Murda)
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Yea
Turn me up G
(Real shit over Punchlines)
A humble soul but I remain in the jungle I Rome
Tryna get a mill da money's right on da tip of my nose
(Crack music)
Servin all these feins with all this crack music
They all addicted cause they keep on coming back to it (5 a tape)
They getting lifted u would swear I'm making trap music
Nigga I'm spitting, motivation to the hood. A lil hope for yo children
I was placed on a mission, kept it real since the beginning
Open yo third eye an peep the cracks in the ceiling (peep out)
Hella demons around, soberly seeing them now (demons)
Drawing hella far from God da way I'm living is foul (lawd)
Daily missing time to pray, even giving a time to say
Thank you God for blessing me to see another day
(Another day)
Im To focused on rap I'll Sacrafice for this shit
Ill do whatever for my family anything to get rich (yeeaa)
Dem cold nights really changed a nigga... (Cold nights)
F*ck friends they all fake so why hang with em... (F*ck em all)
(305 to my city)
This fa my jits in the slums, to all da Zoe's kickin Doe's for a livin, section 8 all poverty strickin
Oh my God good riddance, they really hungry they'll kill you over grits (Waaaaaah)
(Program to fail)
The government ain't tryna help em get shit, they get they shit how they live
(Oh Lawd) Say a Prayer one time
(Oh lawd)
(Oh Lawd) say a prayer two times
(Lawd)
Man down shots fired
(Damn)
A death cycle we're repeating...
Don't take it by surprise when it gets passed down to yo seed
(Murda)
Turn me up G
(Real shit over Punchlines)
A humble soul but I remain in the jungle I Rome
Tryna get a mill da money's right on da tip of my nose
(Crack music)
Servin all these feins with all this crack music
They all addicted cause they keep on coming back to it (5 a tape)
They getting lifted u would swear I'm making trap music
Nigga I'm spitting, motivation to the hood. A lil hope for yo children
I was placed on a mission, kept it real since the beginning
Open yo third eye an peep the cracks in the ceiling (peep out)
Hella demons around, soberly seeing them now (demons)
Drawing hella far from God da way I'm living is foul (lawd)
Daily missing time to pray, even giving a time to say
Thank you God for blessing me to see another day
(Another day)
Im To focused on rap I'll Sacrafice for this shit
Ill do whatever for my family anything to get rich (yeeaa)
Dem cold nights really changed a nigga... (Cold nights)
F*ck friends they all fake so why hang with em... (F*ck em all)
(305 to my city)
This fa my jits in the slums, to all da Zoe's kickin Doe's for a livin, section 8 all poverty strickin
Oh my God good riddance, they really hungry they'll kill you over grits (Waaaaaah)
(Program to fail)
The government ain't tryna help em get shit, they get they shit how they live
(Oh Lawd) Say a Prayer one time
(Oh lawd)
(Oh Lawd) say a prayer two times
(Lawd)
Man down shots fired
(Damn)
A death cycle we're repeating...
Don't take it by surprise when it gets passed down to yo seed
(Murda)
Writer: Roy Cargile
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