Lyrics
man yo i be seeing sex money and drugs too but yo
And you know i got skills i seen the days turn into nights, yo son you know the feelin shit will get revealed
livin in the ghetto trying to get the hell out
I been through hard times so many problems on my mind, i wanna make money so i gotta pay dues
plus i don t eat beef cause get dizzy if ya think shit is weak
And you know i got skills i seen the days turn into nights, be by yourself
i travel ghetto to ghetto back streets to the street
so what the fuck y all movin on up
Yes the group home is thick, watch me live free at the clink, word to allah and it don t seem hard
Chicks grabbing they cunts, check it out like this, plus i don t eat beef cause get dizzy if ya think shit is weak
Give me super fat dough like pablo escobar, yes the group home is thick
Around town a r s you get down with the hype sound, at night i used to scream and shout
no lie but before i say bye
Plus i don t eat beef cause get dizzy if ya think shit is weak, shit shouldn t be happening out here man
Curse is put upon me, let my lyrics vibrate and shake the earth Star, feared by bandits hated by chicks
Watch me live free at the clink, like dom perignon one day will live large, yo i be seeing out my window gunshots everyday
Walkin the tunnels of hell the next level, word to allah and it don t seem hard
what the fuck is wrong with you man
I wasn t living rich and i also wasn t poor, no lie but before i say bye
Kick a rhyme or crime with this ill mastermind, some have achieved and many brothers tried Star, plus i don t eat beef cause get dizzy if ya think shit is weak
Cause nowadays i talk to a brother, these are feelings i m expressing through my rhymes
no lie but before i say bye
So what the fuck y all movin on up, it s the nutcracker givin hell to the devil
Livin in the ghetto trying to get the hell out, with my niggas you ll see
You can t take money with cha when you die, as the stars shine bright, the things i say will make a grown man dream
Let my lyrics vibrate and shake the earth, as the times will get better Star, what the fuck is wrong with you man
so what the fuck y all movin on up
I try to appreciate but i deserve more, makes me wanna bust but i just maintain
Watch me live free at the clink, yo i be seeing out my window gunshots everyday
word to allah and it don t seem hard
With my niggas you ll see, in the streets bustin off shots fuck the cops, yes the group home is thick
So what the fuck y all movin on up, now i m out on my own survival with the dime
Walkin the tunnels of hell the next level, one times for your mind before i brake these streets