Where I Climbed From
I ain't even gone put no bout time on this mafucka
I think they want me down in the barrel of the bucket
where I climb from
Anyone can get the smoke
I'm my mom son nigga u ain't in the streets u a bystander
u got high hopes I got high standard
ever did No numbers on the block lil nigga
seen the score board u ain't put up shots lil nigga
Jamaica wit a bad bitch being a rude boi
Mexico on a boat getting a chew boi
and this chain so heavy on my neck
humble but
I can come heavy on the flex and
I don't want nobody acting like I left
I made it from all night gun up on the steps
chasing fiends down tryna run off wit the work
I was on brown wit a beeper n chirp
I was on brown doing fifty in a day
best nigga did it in my city wit da yay
and I ain't taking nothing from nobody
it's real legends
I hit the road cause I got a mil fetish
made a mil now I need a dime nigga
take ya hand back u better grind nigga
nah I ain't got it for the free lil nigga
they gossip like broads
what the tea lil nigga
picture u run up on me lil nigga
I'll wrap u in a blanket like a chi lil nigga
I was in the yard doing real time
I ain't even read a letter from my real mom
and u niggas want more than my real mom
catch a nigga on the clock is how I kill time
tired of hearing all this
coulda shoulda woulda
niggas pointing fingers
like they picking out a bogga
Cartier days AP nights
floor seats me n luck betting on the fight
every other day
I'm hopping on a flight
ion even ride got my eye on a bike
shawty so fire threw some water on her wrist
ima have my son and my daughter on some shit
I just talk to Ab got a year hit
head high but in his voice
I can hear he sick
dom called later got a year hit
crackers must of put all my niggas on a list
who the fuck told u that I got it on my hip
I got it in my pocket wit my hand on the clip
last time I threw em bull got hit
last time I paid bull got split
talking bout scales bull got fish
barbershop talk bull got rich
all around the world bull got chicks
that's a ball game right bull like a knick
moral of the storybull really bull
I ain't Wendy but u can grab a 4 for the 4
better yet u can grab a whole for a dub
I done sold n hid more crack than a bug nigga
Tuh
I think they want me down in the barrel of the bucket
where I climb from
Anyone can get the smoke
I'm my mom son nigga u ain't in the streets u a bystander
u got high hopes I got high standard
ever did No numbers on the block lil nigga
seen the score board u ain't put up shots lil nigga
Jamaica wit a bad bitch being a rude boi
Mexico on a boat getting a chew boi
and this chain so heavy on my neck
humble but
I can come heavy on the flex and
I don't want nobody acting like I left
I made it from all night gun up on the steps
chasing fiends down tryna run off wit the work
I was on brown wit a beeper n chirp
I was on brown doing fifty in a day
best nigga did it in my city wit da yay
and I ain't taking nothing from nobody
it's real legends
I hit the road cause I got a mil fetish
made a mil now I need a dime nigga
take ya hand back u better grind nigga
nah I ain't got it for the free lil nigga
they gossip like broads
what the tea lil nigga
picture u run up on me lil nigga
I'll wrap u in a blanket like a chi lil nigga
I was in the yard doing real time
I ain't even read a letter from my real mom
and u niggas want more than my real mom
catch a nigga on the clock is how I kill time
tired of hearing all this
coulda shoulda woulda
niggas pointing fingers
like they picking out a bogga
Cartier days AP nights
floor seats me n luck betting on the fight
every other day
I'm hopping on a flight
ion even ride got my eye on a bike
shawty so fire threw some water on her wrist
ima have my son and my daughter on some shit
I just talk to Ab got a year hit
head high but in his voice
I can hear he sick
dom called later got a year hit
crackers must of put all my niggas on a list
who the fuck told u that I got it on my hip
I got it in my pocket wit my hand on the clip
last time I threw em bull got hit
last time I paid bull got split
talking bout scales bull got fish
barbershop talk bull got rich
all around the world bull got chicks
that's a ball game right bull like a knick
moral of the storybull really bull
I ain't Wendy but u can grab a 4 for the 4
better yet u can grab a whole for a dub
I done sold n hid more crack than a bug nigga
Tuh
Credits
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.