Phifteen (15)
I been on my own since I was 15
Had to walk my brother down them back streets
Mama never was at home working two jobs
Remember sitting on the floor bobbing to Tupac
I kept getting into fights, I never learned my lesson
Maybe that's why he the favorite, cause I keep her stressing
My brother like Ziya you need to chill
This shit that you doing can get you killed yeah, for real
"You better not end up like these hoes
You know them bitches ain't got no soul
They worship diamonds, You made of gold
You the goat, There you go"
Go get the bag, but watch your back
You might fall down, but you'll bounce back
Money keep calling my name, Money keep calling my name
I won't tiptoe, I leave my top down
I know these rap bitches mad cause I'm up now
Mad cause I'm up now
I know these rap bitches mad cause my top down
I been on my own since I was 15
Had to walk my brother down them back streets
Mama never was at home working two jobs
Remember sitting on the floor bobbing to Tupac
I kept getting into fights, I never learned my lesson
Maybe that's why he the favorite cause I keep her stressing
My brother like Ziya you need to chill
This shit that you doing can get you killed yeah, for real
"You better not end up like these hoes
You know them bitches ain't got no soul
They worship diamonds, You made of gold
You the goat, There you go"
I had a 9-5 but I knew that life wasn't for me
Treat me like a slave and I thought I'm supposed to be free
I was linking up with bosses fell in love with these streets
Then fell in love with these beats
I know I been waiting, I been contemplating
Should I really drop?
If I flop who gone pull me out and
Push me to the top
(I just took your spot bitch I'm winning
You was never on in the beginning)
I been on my own since I was 15
Had to walk my brother down them back streets
Mama never was at home working two jobs
Remember sitting on the floor bobbing to Tupac
I kept getting into fights, I never learned my lesson
Maybe that's why he the favorite cause I keep her stressing
My brother like Ziya you need to chill,
This shit that you doing can get you killed yeah, for real
"Phifteen... 15"
Had to walk my brother down them back streets
Mama never was at home working two jobs
Remember sitting on the floor bobbing to Tupac
I kept getting into fights, I never learned my lesson
Maybe that's why he the favorite, cause I keep her stressing
My brother like Ziya you need to chill
This shit that you doing can get you killed yeah, for real
"You better not end up like these hoes
You know them bitches ain't got no soul
They worship diamonds, You made of gold
You the goat, There you go"
Go get the bag, but watch your back
You might fall down, but you'll bounce back
Money keep calling my name, Money keep calling my name
I won't tiptoe, I leave my top down
I know these rap bitches mad cause I'm up now
Mad cause I'm up now
I know these rap bitches mad cause my top down
I been on my own since I was 15
Had to walk my brother down them back streets
Mama never was at home working two jobs
Remember sitting on the floor bobbing to Tupac
I kept getting into fights, I never learned my lesson
Maybe that's why he the favorite cause I keep her stressing
My brother like Ziya you need to chill
This shit that you doing can get you killed yeah, for real
"You better not end up like these hoes
You know them bitches ain't got no soul
They worship diamonds, You made of gold
You the goat, There you go"
I had a 9-5 but I knew that life wasn't for me
Treat me like a slave and I thought I'm supposed to be free
I was linking up with bosses fell in love with these streets
Then fell in love with these beats
I know I been waiting, I been contemplating
Should I really drop?
If I flop who gone pull me out and
Push me to the top
(I just took your spot bitch I'm winning
You was never on in the beginning)
I been on my own since I was 15
Had to walk my brother down them back streets
Mama never was at home working two jobs
Remember sitting on the floor bobbing to Tupac
I kept getting into fights, I never learned my lesson
Maybe that's why he the favorite cause I keep her stressing
My brother like Ziya you need to chill,
This shit that you doing can get you killed yeah, for real
"Phifteen... 15"
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Writer(s): Ziya Shakur
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