Sr. FOTY
Had to learn from mistakes that I did
Now I'm trying to build myself a road
And get to the gold
It used to be if ya'll jump off a cliff
I'll be right behind and bring the rope
Just make sure hold the door
We was just young, didn't have any sense
If you showed me pussy wouldn't know
Still act like we grown
Growing up Latin, Bloods, Haitians or Crips
And the other half was off a boat
Can't be around nobody faking now
Just got a pack in from France touch down
No its not narcs but the scent really loud
Came real far having sex to my sound
Feeling tired only want the neck or the mouth
Remember when we used to get the techs down south
Now we moving legal put up tax for the drought
Higher than a seagull when the set popping out
Never flex what I'm bout
Now everything is hella legal
Grinding only hitting feebles
We was in Regals
One minute these niggas don't see you
Next one they want to be you
Niggas is evil
How we in front and started from the back
Me and progress move like we attached
You from the slums then give your boy a check
Instead of tricking off and blowing bags
Instead of simping off and wasting bread
Why don't you get some weed
Send it over seas
You could start with seeds
You ain't got to ship it
Just control the market
Then they'll pay the fee
Everybody want a piece
Like JJ on the beat
I ain't paying let me breathe
When I'm the one they want to see
So don't make me hard to reach
The money around control the keys
So why the babies got to bleed
All for the fam we pushing P's
Even after leaving streets
We still risking all our lives
But still alive so gonna fight
Won't stop until I get my rights
Had to learn from mistakes that I did
Now I'm trying to build myself a road
And get to the gold
It used to be if ya'll jump off a cliff
I'll be right behind and bring the rope
Just make sure hold the door
We was just young, didn't have any sense
If you showed me pussy wouldn't know
Still act like we grown
Growing up Latin, Bloods, Haitians or Crips
And the other half was off a boat
Can't be around nobody faking now
Just got a pack in from France touch down
No its not narcs but the scent really loud
Came real far having sex to my sound
Feeling tired only want the neck or the mouth
Remember when we used to get the techs down south
Now we moving legal put up tax for the drought
Higher than a seagull when the set popping out
Never flex what I'm bout
Now everything is hella legal
Grinding only hitting feebles
We was in Regals
Now I'm trying to build myself a road
And get to the gold
It used to be if ya'll jump off a cliff
I'll be right behind and bring the rope
Just make sure hold the door
We was just young, didn't have any sense
If you showed me pussy wouldn't know
Still act like we grown
Growing up Latin, Bloods, Haitians or Crips
And the other half was off a boat
Can't be around nobody faking now
Just got a pack in from France touch down
No its not narcs but the scent really loud
Came real far having sex to my sound
Feeling tired only want the neck or the mouth
Remember when we used to get the techs down south
Now we moving legal put up tax for the drought
Higher than a seagull when the set popping out
Never flex what I'm bout
Now everything is hella legal
Grinding only hitting feebles
We was in Regals
One minute these niggas don't see you
Next one they want to be you
Niggas is evil
How we in front and started from the back
Me and progress move like we attached
You from the slums then give your boy a check
Instead of tricking off and blowing bags
Instead of simping off and wasting bread
Why don't you get some weed
Send it over seas
You could start with seeds
You ain't got to ship it
Just control the market
Then they'll pay the fee
Everybody want a piece
Like JJ on the beat
I ain't paying let me breathe
When I'm the one they want to see
So don't make me hard to reach
The money around control the keys
So why the babies got to bleed
All for the fam we pushing P's
Even after leaving streets
We still risking all our lives
But still alive so gonna fight
Won't stop until I get my rights
Had to learn from mistakes that I did
Now I'm trying to build myself a road
And get to the gold
It used to be if ya'll jump off a cliff
I'll be right behind and bring the rope
Just make sure hold the door
We was just young, didn't have any sense
If you showed me pussy wouldn't know
Still act like we grown
Growing up Latin, Bloods, Haitians or Crips
And the other half was off a boat
Can't be around nobody faking now
Just got a pack in from France touch down
No its not narcs but the scent really loud
Came real far having sex to my sound
Feeling tired only want the neck or the mouth
Remember when we used to get the techs down south
Now we moving legal put up tax for the drought
Higher than a seagull when the set popping out
Never flex what I'm bout
Now everything is hella legal
Grinding only hitting feebles
We was in Regals
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Writer(s): Shaquille Berry
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