Flash backs Sleeping on the floor but now I'm past that
I ain't have a number now I got a ascap
I need my chippertons before I even touch a mic
Sound check make sure all of my production right
These ain't the days where I do it for exposure
I done paid dues, now pay me what you supposed to
No sir I don't think you realize the path
Uce man, tell your bitch I'll penalize her ass
I can't express what it's like when you grow up hard
Die for respect, don't let no one pull your card
These are the motherf*cking makings of a gangsta
I'm spraying everything like pollock with a paint brush cuz
I remember nights like this we was outside tearing up the hood
Had to sacrifice, take trips, real shit, we was misunderstood
Blowing up a air mattress tryna hit my bitch with the wood
It's all to the good
Look at ya, bitter as jaguar wright
Cause you ain't got to sit up in a jaguar right?
For the life of me I couldn't understand y'all type
Make up theories why it didn't never pan out right
Someone got to deal with the devil for them to get out the ghetto
Couldn't never be nights, of sacrificing on levels
That you ain't commit to doin'
Truth hurts, but lies leave you cursed and ruined
Uce first influence was nasty
Nasir jones it was written voice raspy
Now I'm seeing poems, being written over rap sheets
Double entendres
Aniani place out to Harlen & Alondra, monsters
I ain't have a buddy I had co deez, cold fools
House, had em in and out like hoes at a whole foods
Sakē or the soju, pouring like we posed to
Don't get to close, with yo bitch ass, I don't know you cuz
I remember nights like this we was outside tearing up the hood
Had to sacrifice, take trips, real shit, we was misunderstood
Blowing up a air mattress tryna hit my bitch with the wood
It's all to the good
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Flash backs Sleeping on the floor but now I'm past that
I ain't have a number now I got a ascap
I need my chippertons before I even touch a mic
Sound check make sure all of my production right
These ain't the days where I do it for exposure
I done paid dues, now pay me what you supposed to
No sir I don't think you realize the path
Uce man, tell your bitch I'll penalize her ass
I can't express what it's like when you grow up hard
Die for respect, don't let no one pull your card
These are the motherf*cking makings of a gangsta
I'm spraying everything like pollock with a paint brush cuz
I remember nights like this we was outside tearing up the hood
Had to sacrifice, take trips, real shit, we was misunderstood
Blowing up a air mattress tryna hit my bitch with the wood
It's all to the good
Look at ya, bitter as jaguar wright
Cause you ain't got to sit up in a jaguar right?
For the life of me I couldn't understand y'all type
Make up theories why it didn't never pan out right
Someone got to deal with the devil for them to get out the ghetto
Couldn't never be nights, of sacrificing on levels
That you ain't commit to doin'
Truth hurts, but lies leave you cursed and ruined
Uce first influence was nasty
Nasir jones it was written voice raspy
Now I'm seeing poems, being written over rap sheets
Double entendres
Aniani place out to Harlen & Alondra, monsters
I ain't have a buddy I had co deez, cold fools
House, had em in and out like hoes at a whole foods
Sakē or the soju, pouring like we posed to
Don't get to close, with yo bitch ass, I don't know you cuz
I remember nights like this we was outside tearing up the hood
Had to sacrifice, take trips, real shit, we was misunderstood
Blowing up a air mattress tryna hit my bitch with the wood
It's all to the good
I ain't have a number now I got a ascap
I need my chippertons before I even touch a mic
Sound check make sure all of my production right
These ain't the days where I do it for exposure
I done paid dues, now pay me what you supposed to
No sir I don't think you realize the path
Uce man, tell your bitch I'll penalize her ass
I can't express what it's like when you grow up hard
Die for respect, don't let no one pull your card
These are the motherf*cking makings of a gangsta
I'm spraying everything like pollock with a paint brush cuz
I remember nights like this we was outside tearing up the hood
Had to sacrifice, take trips, real shit, we was misunderstood
Blowing up a air mattress tryna hit my bitch with the wood
It's all to the good
Look at ya, bitter as jaguar wright
Cause you ain't got to sit up in a jaguar right?
For the life of me I couldn't understand y'all type
Make up theories why it didn't never pan out right
Someone got to deal with the devil for them to get out the ghetto
Couldn't never be nights, of sacrificing on levels
That you ain't commit to doin'
Truth hurts, but lies leave you cursed and ruined
Uce first influence was nasty
Nasir jones it was written voice raspy
Now I'm seeing poems, being written over rap sheets
Double entendres
Aniani place out to Harlen & Alondra, monsters
I ain't have a buddy I had co deez, cold fools
House, had em in and out like hoes at a whole foods
Sakē or the soju, pouring like we posed to
Don't get to close, with yo bitch ass, I don't know you cuz
I remember nights like this we was outside tearing up the hood
Had to sacrifice, take trips, real shit, we was misunderstood
Blowing up a air mattress tryna hit my bitch with the wood
It's all to the good
Writer: Benjamin Tafao
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