Everything I wasn't
Fuck them niggas go get a bag son
Fuck them bitches, go get a bag youngin
Fuck them streets, go back to class cousin
Fuck that fast life, just stack money
Fuck them niggas go get a bag son
Fuck them bitches, go get a bag youngin
Fuck them streets, go back to class cousin
Fuck that fast life, just stack money
From the bottom of the map
Side popping like Chiraq
It's the willow on my back
I carry her, cause she carried me through the trap
I got addicted to the streets, the only place I learned to add it up
Bitties in my sheets, I ain't sixteen though
So Mama I could be having one
Know I was yo baddest son
Eldest wasn't in class or nun
The love the hood had for us youngins was just so troubling
Trying to be a better person but I still move like I'm thuggin
Let them black boys go be everything, everything I wasn't
Fuck them niggas go get a bag son
Fuck them bitches, go get a bag youngin
Fuck them streets, go back to class cousin
Fuck that fast life, just stack money
Fuck them niggas go get a bag son
Fuck them bitches, go get a bag youngin
Fuck them streets, go back to class cousin
Fuck that fast life, just stack money
Fuck them bitches, they don't want nothing but money
I tell my lil brother these hoes broke my heart, so he not a dummy
How the fuck we made it here?
From one bedroom to two bedrooms, to having stairs
Back when mama told us lock that door and don't let no one in
Went from being bad in class, to not going
Shot pouring, weed smoking
Opp fighting, Glock toting
Crown and gold chain wearing
What the hood turned us to
From Texas to Crooked Letter
Soufside a love letter to you
Fuck them niggas go get a bag son
Fuck them bitches, go get a bag youngin
Fuck them streets, go back to class cousin
Fuck that fast life, just stack money
Fuck them niggas go get a bag son
Fuck them bitches, go get a bag youngin
Fuck them streets, go back to class cousin
Fuck that fast life, just stack money
Fast life, got me chasing fast money
I can't go back to class, it took too long for my fafsa
That's why I gotta get money, and stash it and bag it
Avoid anything from becoming a crash dummy
How ima show cousin nem' better, I'm barely doing better
Beloved GoldChain them my brothers, caruthers
This some shit ya granddaddy will play in his cutlass
Praying for that my seed, get money for the right reasons and never suffer
Cause I talk to money daily and love the rebuttal
Fuck them niggas go get a bag son
Fuck them bitches, go get a bag youngin
Fuck them streets, go back to class cousin
Fuck that fast life, just stack money
Fuck them bitches, go get a bag youngin
Fuck them streets, go back to class cousin
Fuck that fast life, just stack money
Fuck them niggas go get a bag son
Fuck them bitches, go get a bag youngin
Fuck them streets, go back to class cousin
Fuck that fast life, just stack money
From the bottom of the map
Side popping like Chiraq
It's the willow on my back
I carry her, cause she carried me through the trap
I got addicted to the streets, the only place I learned to add it up
Bitties in my sheets, I ain't sixteen though
So Mama I could be having one
Know I was yo baddest son
Eldest wasn't in class or nun
The love the hood had for us youngins was just so troubling
Trying to be a better person but I still move like I'm thuggin
Let them black boys go be everything, everything I wasn't
Fuck them niggas go get a bag son
Fuck them bitches, go get a bag youngin
Fuck them streets, go back to class cousin
Fuck that fast life, just stack money
Fuck them niggas go get a bag son
Fuck them bitches, go get a bag youngin
Fuck them streets, go back to class cousin
Fuck that fast life, just stack money
Fuck them bitches, they don't want nothing but money
I tell my lil brother these hoes broke my heart, so he not a dummy
How the fuck we made it here?
From one bedroom to two bedrooms, to having stairs
Back when mama told us lock that door and don't let no one in
Went from being bad in class, to not going
Shot pouring, weed smoking
Opp fighting, Glock toting
Crown and gold chain wearing
What the hood turned us to
From Texas to Crooked Letter
Soufside a love letter to you
Fuck them niggas go get a bag son
Fuck them bitches, go get a bag youngin
Fuck them streets, go back to class cousin
Fuck that fast life, just stack money
Fuck them niggas go get a bag son
Fuck them bitches, go get a bag youngin
Fuck them streets, go back to class cousin
Fuck that fast life, just stack money
Fast life, got me chasing fast money
I can't go back to class, it took too long for my fafsa
That's why I gotta get money, and stash it and bag it
Avoid anything from becoming a crash dummy
How ima show cousin nem' better, I'm barely doing better
Beloved GoldChain them my brothers, caruthers
This some shit ya granddaddy will play in his cutlass
Praying for that my seed, get money for the right reasons and never suffer
Cause I talk to money daily and love the rebuttal
Fuck them niggas go get a bag son
Fuck them bitches, go get a bag youngin
Fuck them streets, go back to class cousin
Fuck that fast life, just stack money
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Writer(s): Jazerie Carter
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