Where Would I Be?
It's never sunny where I stay, I keep pushin'
Where would I be without the cherry's and the kush's
See I'm staring or they're looking
See these cops are all crooked
They ran up in his house and they didn't even book him
Found some kicks and they took em
I'm a bring you way back
A quarter ounce of candy on the plate
Weighing up sacks
It all changed so fast
A lot of friends went missing, dead or prison
Tell they kids that I miss em, manda listen
I'm a wish em all the best of luck
No dad in his life he keeps messing up, just like the rest of us
Struggle, nah I hustle hard
Big home and a couple cars
Rolled up kush, take a couple bars
Early morning flight to catch
I can't fall asleep, phone ringing off the hook
Everybody wants a piece
Put my fam on and that's it
My whole crew getting money now
That's just how it is
Where would I be?
Without the money, without the plug
Without the shit that I learned on the streets so young
Without the game I probably wouldn't be the same
Looking for a way out, but me I could never change
Where would I be?
Without the money, without the plug
Without the shit that I learned on the streets so young
Without the game I probably wouldn't be the same
Looking for a way out, but me I could never change
Where would I be without my friends
That big ass benz
That party every night that just won't end
When I'm down, will they still love me?
Or steal from me?
I don't know but this road looks real ugly
Full plate, just ate but I'm still hungry
Young homie don't play, he'll kill for me
Remember when, way back then
When we first jumped in it just to make some ends
OG's taught us the game
I was young doing anything just to get paid
When they came I was out of town getting my cake
Got the call that the police raided my place
It wasn't in my name
If it wasn't for E, I would have a case
I wouldn't be here now looking at my daughters face
And life's a trip, it's funny how it works out
Jamie lost a kid, then Jamie got turned out
Where would I be?
Without the money, without the plug
Without the shit that I learned on the streets so young
Without the game I probably wouldn't be the same
Looking for a way out, but me I could never change
Where would I be?
Without the money, without the plug
Without the shit that I learned on the streets so young
Without the game I probably wouldn't be the same
Looking for a way out, but me I could never change
Where would I be?
Where would I be without the cherry's and the kush's
See I'm staring or they're looking
See these cops are all crooked
They ran up in his house and they didn't even book him
Found some kicks and they took em
I'm a bring you way back
A quarter ounce of candy on the plate
Weighing up sacks
It all changed so fast
A lot of friends went missing, dead or prison
Tell they kids that I miss em, manda listen
I'm a wish em all the best of luck
No dad in his life he keeps messing up, just like the rest of us
Struggle, nah I hustle hard
Big home and a couple cars
Rolled up kush, take a couple bars
Early morning flight to catch
I can't fall asleep, phone ringing off the hook
Everybody wants a piece
Put my fam on and that's it
My whole crew getting money now
That's just how it is
Where would I be?
Without the money, without the plug
Without the shit that I learned on the streets so young
Without the game I probably wouldn't be the same
Looking for a way out, but me I could never change
Where would I be?
Without the money, without the plug
Without the shit that I learned on the streets so young
Without the game I probably wouldn't be the same
Looking for a way out, but me I could never change
Where would I be without my friends
That big ass benz
That party every night that just won't end
When I'm down, will they still love me?
Or steal from me?
I don't know but this road looks real ugly
Full plate, just ate but I'm still hungry
Young homie don't play, he'll kill for me
Remember when, way back then
When we first jumped in it just to make some ends
OG's taught us the game
I was young doing anything just to get paid
When they came I was out of town getting my cake
Got the call that the police raided my place
It wasn't in my name
If it wasn't for E, I would have a case
I wouldn't be here now looking at my daughters face
And life's a trip, it's funny how it works out
Jamie lost a kid, then Jamie got turned out
Where would I be?
Without the money, without the plug
Without the shit that I learned on the streets so young
Without the game I probably wouldn't be the same
Looking for a way out, but me I could never change
Where would I be?
Without the money, without the plug
Without the shit that I learned on the streets so young
Without the game I probably wouldn't be the same
Looking for a way out, but me I could never change
Where would I be?
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Writer(s): 0, Gilbert Anthony Jr Milam
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