Ave Baby
Ave baby shit
Listen
Shit real, all this pressure
Out my head
I just
Keep on getting to the bread
I just
Try to motivate my niggas
From the trenches
Hold your head
We came a long way
Ave way to palm bay
Sixteen
I was tryna do it to you broad day
Look at me the wrong way
We looking for you all day
Catch them on the road
The way I approach
You think I'm Conway
D block like broadway
Do this job we all pray
I was working jobs
Snow bunnies taking calls
I was waiting in the car lane
Trapping custys right in front the feds
Right in broad day
Taking ounces far away
Bleachin' in dem hallways
No hand outs I got my pennys up the hardway
Raw pays
Gigi making fraud plays
Long nights, long days
Proposals to the bread
Before I ever had a prom date
Huh
She said I'm the one
That's what they all say
Shout out to my niggas down
In Texas from the road
Don't wanna ring around the road
You'll catch a tag around your toe
I be too busy doing road
No time to lay around with hoes
These niggas waste their time with hoes
They chase the niggas with the dough
And if she calling down my phone
Then I got something for her nose
Don't even chill around the bros
Because I got a jumpin phone
They say the way that I do roads
Is like I don't even got a home
I was in the famen ran it up
Now no more eating ramen
(Got expensive habits
(Spend a brick on fabric)
They always said I couldn't get it
So I gotta have it
(Got it in my jacket, I do)
(32 like magic)
Hit the road I'm champion (champion)
Wasn't with with me in the trenches
Now I'm lit they tappin'
They always asking how I get it
Money never lackin' (got it)
Burned it up and cashed it
Nutted off the back end
Tell you how it happened
Standing in the rain (facts)
Money on the brain (facts)
Hoping shit would change
You ain't never lived in no garage
You couldn't feel my pain
Never made excuses in my life
We ain't the same
Nigga (different nigga)
I'll be over stove 'till I blow
I gotta stay sane
In the hoopty burning sage
While I make change
Big bro died 26
Now we the same age
I don't really fuck with niggas
We ain't on the same page
(I don't fuck with you)
We ain't even in the same lane
I'm tryna run it up
Let my chain blang
You just tryna maintain
Too busy gettin' to it
I don't gang bang
Same niggas sneak dissing you
Be tryna claim gang
That's why I don't gang bang
Miss me with that gang gang
Nigga you can't hang gang
Caught 'em with that thang thang
Brosiki in the chain gang
(Forreal)
Listen
Shit real, all this pressure
Out my head
I just
Keep on getting to the bread
I just
Try to motivate my niggas
From the trenches
Hold your head
We came a long way
Ave way to palm bay
Sixteen
I was tryna do it to you broad day
Look at me the wrong way
We looking for you all day
Catch them on the road
The way I approach
You think I'm Conway
D block like broadway
Do this job we all pray
I was working jobs
Snow bunnies taking calls
I was waiting in the car lane
Trapping custys right in front the feds
Right in broad day
Taking ounces far away
Bleachin' in dem hallways
No hand outs I got my pennys up the hardway
Raw pays
Gigi making fraud plays
Long nights, long days
Proposals to the bread
Before I ever had a prom date
Huh
She said I'm the one
That's what they all say
Shout out to my niggas down
In Texas from the road
Don't wanna ring around the road
You'll catch a tag around your toe
I be too busy doing road
No time to lay around with hoes
These niggas waste their time with hoes
They chase the niggas with the dough
And if she calling down my phone
Then I got something for her nose
Don't even chill around the bros
Because I got a jumpin phone
They say the way that I do roads
Is like I don't even got a home
I was in the famen ran it up
Now no more eating ramen
(Got expensive habits
(Spend a brick on fabric)
They always said I couldn't get it
So I gotta have it
(Got it in my jacket, I do)
(32 like magic)
Hit the road I'm champion (champion)
Wasn't with with me in the trenches
Now I'm lit they tappin'
They always asking how I get it
Money never lackin' (got it)
Burned it up and cashed it
Nutted off the back end
Tell you how it happened
Standing in the rain (facts)
Money on the brain (facts)
Hoping shit would change
You ain't never lived in no garage
You couldn't feel my pain
Never made excuses in my life
We ain't the same
Nigga (different nigga)
I'll be over stove 'till I blow
I gotta stay sane
In the hoopty burning sage
While I make change
Big bro died 26
Now we the same age
I don't really fuck with niggas
We ain't on the same page
(I don't fuck with you)
We ain't even in the same lane
I'm tryna run it up
Let my chain blang
You just tryna maintain
Too busy gettin' to it
I don't gang bang
Same niggas sneak dissing you
Be tryna claim gang
That's why I don't gang bang
Miss me with that gang gang
Nigga you can't hang gang
Caught 'em with that thang thang
Brosiki in the chain gang
(Forreal)
Credits
Writer(s): Jamar Martin
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