Tomorrow
Fuck a bitch, suck a dick, that's how I feel
I don't hang with or fuck with jits, 'cause they ain't real
I hang with flame slangin' gang bangin' niggas in the field
No flaggin', toe taggin', niggas doing drills
They talking but ain't doing shit, I'm so true to this
Don't give a fuck about your future bitch, I'll let this rugger spit
Making diss songs to get on, tryna play a nigga
I don't get on tracks to sing on niggas, I just swing on niggas
Road runnin' 'til like 4 something, livin' like a star
Dope money blew like four onions in this rental car
All that hatin' shit and ganging shit, that ain't gon' get you far
All that actin' like you bought it, that shit might get you shot
Niggas mad I'm winning, and they losing
My lil' brother he stupid, pop beans and act stupid
Jump out with a Uzi, big clip shoot a movie
Niggas in they feeling, they bitches be pickin' and choosin'
I woke up this morning with tomorrow on my brain
Today could be the day I fall a victim to the game
If I lose my life tonight, my momma probably go insane
The fact, that a niggas took my life for a name
Last night I had a dream
That an all black Impala hit my hood
With a choppa, kill me and four of my partners
I died on my corner with my pistol in my pocket
Bleedin' from my face, my old lady tryna stop it
Last week was last week, but last week was a close one
The crackers pulled me over, and he slightly approached me
He walked around on side of me, with his hand on his holster
I went to grab my I.D, and the cracker almost smoked me
Where I come from it's a jungle
Where I come from, it's hard not to go under
Where I come from full of sorrow (tryna make it to tomorrow)
So we slidin', and ridin' the car full of semi's
'Cause it get violent this side of the city
Word around town is them boys getting busy
They jump out with TECs, and MACs, and Glizzys
I got a 30 my lil' bro got 50
That's 30 for 30, that's 60 for 20
He want some smoke, then tell him come get it
He wanna blow, then tell him we with it
Yeah, yeah, we with it
Tryna make it to tomorrow
Tryna make it to tomorrow
I don't hang with or fuck with jits, 'cause they ain't real
I hang with flame slangin' gang bangin' niggas in the field
No flaggin', toe taggin', niggas doing drills
They talking but ain't doing shit, I'm so true to this
Don't give a fuck about your future bitch, I'll let this rugger spit
Making diss songs to get on, tryna play a nigga
I don't get on tracks to sing on niggas, I just swing on niggas
Road runnin' 'til like 4 something, livin' like a star
Dope money blew like four onions in this rental car
All that hatin' shit and ganging shit, that ain't gon' get you far
All that actin' like you bought it, that shit might get you shot
Niggas mad I'm winning, and they losing
My lil' brother he stupid, pop beans and act stupid
Jump out with a Uzi, big clip shoot a movie
Niggas in they feeling, they bitches be pickin' and choosin'
I woke up this morning with tomorrow on my brain
Today could be the day I fall a victim to the game
If I lose my life tonight, my momma probably go insane
The fact, that a niggas took my life for a name
Last night I had a dream
That an all black Impala hit my hood
With a choppa, kill me and four of my partners
I died on my corner with my pistol in my pocket
Bleedin' from my face, my old lady tryna stop it
Last week was last week, but last week was a close one
The crackers pulled me over, and he slightly approached me
He walked around on side of me, with his hand on his holster
I went to grab my I.D, and the cracker almost smoked me
Where I come from it's a jungle
Where I come from, it's hard not to go under
Where I come from full of sorrow (tryna make it to tomorrow)
So we slidin', and ridin' the car full of semi's
'Cause it get violent this side of the city
Word around town is them boys getting busy
They jump out with TECs, and MACs, and Glizzys
I got a 30 my lil' bro got 50
That's 30 for 30, that's 60 for 20
He want some smoke, then tell him come get it
He wanna blow, then tell him we with it
Yeah, yeah, we with it
Tryna make it to tomorrow
Tryna make it to tomorrow
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Writer(s): Rod Green
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