Yeah
Look
Can't trust on nobody now we got shows in Flint
Ten deep three shooters spin out on feet
But they ain't leave no dents
Still call my lawyer make sure he good
Got bro a bond with ten
I give my life for all of my dawgs
Don't get this life again
Demon mode
Still leaving hoes an growing up
Designer season mode
We break control and heated up
Look I got reasons sold
Cause we can't move like this forever
Most my homies dead an gone
But who left we still together
We got obligations
And product waiting
Stocked in places
Linked in conversations
With opps an bases clocking faces
F*ck that reputation
The streets is basics niggas wasting
Get that plea an take it
Streets want me famous
Let em chase it I just want the paper.
Ouuuu Child
Things are gonna get easier
Ouuuuu child
Things'll get brighter
Ouuuuu Child
Yeah, Yeah
Ouuuuu Child
Things'll get brighter
This second verse get motivating cause this shit get graphic
At ten I tossed a pistol
Seventeen I had a ratchet
Won't be no lacking
I don't hesitate
I make it happen
Got five teen blue on top his head
But I got five to jack em
Who need some action
Seven pounds on road in Harry Lee
Two Q's in Susan Park
One burner no whip linked to me
This here the streets
Don't do no talking mighty morphin rangers
Yo shit for sale if it ain't paid
Don't do no hold or favors
My soul in danger
I been operating shit for strangers
Friends want my spot shot at yo top
We both got spots we changing
Bridge over water I'm so heartless
Lord that take me places
I need myself just holding up
Shit I can't be no basic
So close to make it
Yeah
Ouuuu Child
Things are gonna get easier
Ouuuuu child
Things'll get brighter
Ouuuuu Child
Yeah, Yeah
Ouuuuu Child
Things'll get brighter
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Yeah
Look
Can't trust on nobody now we got shows in Flint
Ten deep three shooters spin out on feet
But they ain't leave no dents
Still call my lawyer make sure he good
Got bro a bond with ten
I give my life for all of my dawgs
Don't get this life again
Demon mode
Still leaving hoes an growing up
Designer season mode
We break control and heated up
Look I got reasons sold
Cause we can't move like this forever
Most my homies dead an gone
But who left we still together
We got obligations
And product waiting
Stocked in places
Linked in conversations
With opps an bases clocking faces
F*ck that reputation
The streets is basics niggas wasting
Get that plea an take it
Streets want me famous
Let em chase it I just want the paper.
Ouuuu Child
Things are gonna get easier
Ouuuuu child
Things'll get brighter
Ouuuuu Child
Yeah, Yeah
Ouuuuu Child
Things'll get brighter
This second verse get motivating cause this shit get graphic
At ten I tossed a pistol
Seventeen I had a ratchet
Won't be no lacking
I don't hesitate
I make it happen
Got five teen blue on top his head
But I got five to jack em
Who need some action
Seven pounds on road in Harry Lee
Two Q's in Susan Park
One burner no whip linked to me
This here the streets
Don't do no talking mighty morphin rangers
Yo shit for sale if it ain't paid
Don't do no hold or favors
My soul in danger
I been operating shit for strangers
Friends want my spot shot at yo top
We both got spots we changing
Bridge over water I'm so heartless
Lord that take me places
I need myself just holding up
Shit I can't be no basic
So close to make it
Yeah
Ouuuu Child
Things are gonna get easier
Ouuuuu child
Things'll get brighter
Ouuuuu Child
Yeah, Yeah
Ouuuuu Child
Things'll get brighter
Look
Can't trust on nobody now we got shows in Flint
Ten deep three shooters spin out on feet
But they ain't leave no dents
Still call my lawyer make sure he good
Got bro a bond with ten
I give my life for all of my dawgs
Don't get this life again
Demon mode
Still leaving hoes an growing up
Designer season mode
We break control and heated up
Look I got reasons sold
Cause we can't move like this forever
Most my homies dead an gone
But who left we still together
We got obligations
And product waiting
Stocked in places
Linked in conversations
With opps an bases clocking faces
F*ck that reputation
The streets is basics niggas wasting
Get that plea an take it
Streets want me famous
Let em chase it I just want the paper.
Ouuuu Child
Things are gonna get easier
Ouuuuu child
Things'll get brighter
Ouuuuu Child
Yeah, Yeah
Ouuuuu Child
Things'll get brighter
This second verse get motivating cause this shit get graphic
At ten I tossed a pistol
Seventeen I had a ratchet
Won't be no lacking
I don't hesitate
I make it happen
Got five teen blue on top his head
But I got five to jack em
Who need some action
Seven pounds on road in Harry Lee
Two Q's in Susan Park
One burner no whip linked to me
This here the streets
Don't do no talking mighty morphin rangers
Yo shit for sale if it ain't paid
Don't do no hold or favors
My soul in danger
I been operating shit for strangers
Friends want my spot shot at yo top
We both got spots we changing
Bridge over water I'm so heartless
Lord that take me places
I need myself just holding up
Shit I can't be no basic
So close to make it
Yeah
Ouuuu Child
Things are gonna get easier
Ouuuuu child
Things'll get brighter
Ouuuuu Child
Yeah, Yeah
Ouuuuu Child
Things'll get brighter
Writer: Wilbert Bradford
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