Hell Naw (Act 2)
I had to leave
There wasn't nothing left for me
A dime and a dream
I had to do what's best for me
As brutal as it seems
I'm doing fine
Ramen noodles and some dirty jeans
I'm out my early teens
Plotting on private owned water lots and tots
Next I'm doing stock
Fuck gems, gold is hot
Heart getting heavy 'cause my future getting brighter
Hope I'm alive to see my gifts make a future profit
Aw naw
Aw naw
Aw naw
Aw naw
Hell naw
Hell naw
Aw naw
Aw naw
Aw naw
Aw naw
Hell naw
Hell naw
I think it's finally time to grow up
Get off the lean and tell my homies put them pills up
But for what?
It's the only thing that heal us
From broken homes where light bills eat the food up
From cold streets where the blood taste like Dixie cups
Where bird hoes fuck yo' mans while you joced up
Where you don't get a chance to show 'em what you made of
'Cause Channel 9 make everybody look like full thugs
Let me catch my breath
I was running too fast
Had to make the right, left, I was all down bad
I was on my ass tryna figure it out
On my way back
Hope I still feel home now
Aw naw
Aw naw
Aw naw
Aw naw
Hell naw
Hell naw
Aw naw
Aw naw
Aw naw
Aw naw
Hell naw
Hell naw
There wasn't nothing left for me
A dime and a dream
I had to do what's best for me
As brutal as it seems
I'm doing fine
Ramen noodles and some dirty jeans
I'm out my early teens
Plotting on private owned water lots and tots
Next I'm doing stock
Fuck gems, gold is hot
Heart getting heavy 'cause my future getting brighter
Hope I'm alive to see my gifts make a future profit
Aw naw
Aw naw
Aw naw
Aw naw
Hell naw
Hell naw
Aw naw
Aw naw
Aw naw
Aw naw
Hell naw
Hell naw
I think it's finally time to grow up
Get off the lean and tell my homies put them pills up
But for what?
It's the only thing that heal us
From broken homes where light bills eat the food up
From cold streets where the blood taste like Dixie cups
Where bird hoes fuck yo' mans while you joced up
Where you don't get a chance to show 'em what you made of
'Cause Channel 9 make everybody look like full thugs
Let me catch my breath
I was running too fast
Had to make the right, left, I was all down bad
I was on my ass tryna figure it out
On my way back
Hope I still feel home now
Aw naw
Aw naw
Aw naw
Aw naw
Hell naw
Hell naw
Aw naw
Aw naw
Aw naw
Aw naw
Hell naw
Hell naw
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Writer(s): Caleb Brown
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