I’m a certified n*gga, ask the streets ?! It’s on my resume, can’t argue with a broke n*gga, it’s clear, we don’t think the same,Put Blood, sweat, tears; in these streets,I’m really living, but you doing it for image, you ion do it, why you pretending(x2)
I been hustling all my life, got a mindset that I ain’t going broke, (that ain’t no joke), seen my mama crying, cause she was losing hope, yea Coming home from school, Eviction letters on the door, so I pick up me a scale, and I started slanging dope, I’m a freshman, just in high school, skipping school, and breaking rules, so I said f*ck going to school, cause these bill’s overdue, I been hustling days and nights, making sure my sister straight, best believe she gone get fed, for all the nights we ain’t ate, applying pressure, on they necks , wouldn’t give a damn, if them hoes break, money falling like the leaves, so I went and grab the rake, went and invested myself, and put the rest up in the bank, put my family on some acres, pray to god, cause I be thankful
I’m a certified n*gga, ask the streets ?! It’s on my resume, can’t argue with a broke n*gga, it’s clear, we don’t think the same,Put Blood, sweat, tears; in these streets,I’m really living, but you doing it for image, you ion do it, why you pretending(x2)
sh*t was real tough, and ion think you understand, so my father wasn’t there, so I step up became the man, starting hustling as a youngin, bills due, mamma need the money, kick doors and started robbing, none of that sh*t just fun, but lord knows I need these funds, that’s why I’m strapped up this gun, bet not play me bout money, or these hollows meet yo stomach, you not slick, but you a dummy, now you wrapped up like a mummy, now I’m flooded with this money, Feed the streets is my new album, applying pressure, on they necks , wouldn’t give a damn, if them hoes break, money falling like the leaves, so I went and grab the rake, went and invested myself, and put the rest up in the bank, put my family on some acres, pray to god, cause I be thankful
I’m a certified n*gga, ask the streets ?! It’s on my resume, can’t argue with a broke n*gga, it’s clear, we don’t think the same,Put Blood, sweat, tears; in these streets,I’m really living, but you doing it for image, you ion do it, why you pretending(x2)