My Story
Dope boys playing tonk you could never win
If you do they violate you and they rob yo shit
Treat you like as bitch, that's just what the fuck it is
I'm just documenting the events, K Leen Providence
Thats where I saw my first titty at
They was fighting momma like, what type of shit is that?
She took her shirt off, and brushed the dirt off
To come back with a couple niggas, that was not unheard of (Yea)
I swear I came up real cut throat
Tight hands on my young throat
Being choked by my uncle
That was blood, Im glad he aint have a gun though
Bitch nigga I aint run though
Try that shit now and get smoked like a blunt hoe
Now he on crack, that's a fact shit
He killin himself so I leave it in the past
I grew up here cause I had to grow
But I'll never call this shit home
This place aint never have my heart
It just turned my shit into a stone
And you can never see the pain
Even if you had a telescope
And you can never see the range
Even if you had a fuckin drone
Fourteen first gun, who the fuck I'm beefin?
They shooting at the skating rink every fuckin weekend
I used to hide it in a gutter cause
My mother would have lost her damn mind if it ever got discovered
Came up with my cousins but we grew up like we brother
Yea we close but we prolly still prone to kill each other
I remember Robert tried to stab me
I took the knife and put it to his throat
He started laughing
Told me really do it and I felt numb
We were only twelve, look what we've become
And now you facing life from inside a cell
Yo I'm trynna make a feast out of fuckin crumbs
Ok, this the chorus right here you ready?
Chico!
Cuando te pillo en la calle te abro por dentro
La calle me llama en ella me muero
La calle me llama en ella me muero
Cuando te pillo en la calle te abro por dentro
La calle me llama en ella me muero
La calle me llama en ella me muero
La calle me llama en ella me muero
If you do they violate you and they rob yo shit
Treat you like as bitch, that's just what the fuck it is
I'm just documenting the events, K Leen Providence
Thats where I saw my first titty at
They was fighting momma like, what type of shit is that?
She took her shirt off, and brushed the dirt off
To come back with a couple niggas, that was not unheard of (Yea)
I swear I came up real cut throat
Tight hands on my young throat
Being choked by my uncle
That was blood, Im glad he aint have a gun though
Bitch nigga I aint run though
Try that shit now and get smoked like a blunt hoe
Now he on crack, that's a fact shit
He killin himself so I leave it in the past
I grew up here cause I had to grow
But I'll never call this shit home
This place aint never have my heart
It just turned my shit into a stone
And you can never see the pain
Even if you had a telescope
And you can never see the range
Even if you had a fuckin drone
Fourteen first gun, who the fuck I'm beefin?
They shooting at the skating rink every fuckin weekend
I used to hide it in a gutter cause
My mother would have lost her damn mind if it ever got discovered
Came up with my cousins but we grew up like we brother
Yea we close but we prolly still prone to kill each other
I remember Robert tried to stab me
I took the knife and put it to his throat
He started laughing
Told me really do it and I felt numb
We were only twelve, look what we've become
And now you facing life from inside a cell
Yo I'm trynna make a feast out of fuckin crumbs
Ok, this the chorus right here you ready?
Chico!
Cuando te pillo en la calle te abro por dentro
La calle me llama en ella me muero
La calle me llama en ella me muero
Cuando te pillo en la calle te abro por dentro
La calle me llama en ella me muero
La calle me llama en ella me muero
La calle me llama en ella me muero
Credits
Writer(s): Jose Viera - Maldonado
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