[YFN Lucci] Yeah, from the cracks and the holes in the pavement Ain´t no hope for the youth, Lord, save me Gotta smile through it even though you hate it
All I ask is that you pray for me
[YFN Lucci] You know we always payin´ attention Always out handlin´ business Niggas in they feelins Certain shit can´t be given I´ma go and get it, yeah Niggas got they hand out, shit, that ain´t the way we livin´, yeah That ain´t the way that I pictured thirty hoes and ten of us niggas See, that´s the way we kick it Twetny of us, and ten of us probably got an extension Everybody playin´ broke ´cause they think I can fix it Everything that you got, that shit probably rented
I know my partners wit´ me Ain´t no stoppin´ this shit, the sky is the limit, yeahh
[YFN Lucci] Who gon´ ride wit´ me? Aye, who gon´ ride wit´ me? Yeah, death before dishonor but you lied to me, dang
[T.I.] Made it to the top from the gutter Promisin´ the hood I came from it´ll never be another, yeah Remember trappin´ in the hood, duckin´ under cover Buyin´ hard ounces for my momma brother Tryna block mine, boy, you get knocked out, hah
I´m wit´ the shit you know that you are not ´bout Old nigga wit´ some long money Nigga try me, I´ma get it all from ya Listen, I ain´t worried ´bout the small run it Got my chrome on his dome then it dawned on him, dead ´em Plans too large, huh, nigga get on your ass, you put laws on ´em Fuck that shit, I´ma still sic my dogs on ´em Don´t care how many police you call on ´em Ridin´ wit´ my niggas ´til the wheel fall If you got the dice, put it all on Live by the sword or die by it but sometimes you gotta fall on it Hey, ain´t it funny how the dumbest niggas know it all, don´t it? Nigga, keep it silent, you ain´t lived through it, don´t talk ´bout it, yeah
Sixteen totin´ A-K, havin´ turf war I got a record deal, started sellin´ dope for my first born, I swear Look at God, won´t he do it Gotta run a bag up to Summer good ´til the bullshit I did null and void Skully pulled up, forty in my hoodie, hah, and you better not make me pull it One thing about a sucka nigga, he gon´ talk cash shit ´til he run into me Drop a bankroll on his main bitch, make her go and do it for me No Hollywood, couldn´t fake my life Quarter million cash on a brand new jet Crowd me, nah, nobody can do that Slide a bag, sip on yac, and let ´em handle that Trap nigga whippin´ work in a Bando You violate, retaliation got me mando
I keep a pistol on me ´cause the bands I don´t ran ´em Numbers scratched out, paper runner Strategy used to be take Atlanta Spread it then makin´ it in Savannah Runnin´ my play up the East Coast I done tested the caliber, YFN Lucci Kickin´ shit in the Caribbean Know you pussy, can´t even open eye when you shoot When you live wit´ that bullshit, you die wit´ it too I would talk but could not be alive wit´ the truth When you owe me and then gettin´ fly wit´ it too Bringin´ some action, survive wit´ it too Swear, I´m smokin´ on nothin´ but power I get money and dodgin´ them cowards
[YFN Lucci] Yeah, from the cracks and the holes in the pavement Ain´t no hope for the youth, Lord, save me Gotta smile through it even though you hate it All I ask is that you pray for me
[YFN Lucci] Who gon´ ride wit´ me? Aye, who gon´ ride wit´ me? Yeah, death before dishonor but you lied to me, dang Who gon´ ride wit´ me? Aye, who gon´ ride wit´ me? Yeah, death before dishonor but you lied to me, dang
[ Dave Chappelle] This next beat is so god damn sinister that I don´t even, ahhm It makes me feel like everything It´s just that nitty, gritty, fuckin´ dirty South shit It makes me feel good This right here, this ones for the pull-up
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