Lyrics

Hit a nigga crib at the age of 9 I was down to die, I had a death wish Ahead of myself, I was reckless Keep yo' hand off ya' belt or get dealt with How they move on the block? They get selfish If you switch you get shot, leave you helpless You a pussy you opp on yo' twelfth lick Make a move on the opp or get dealt with All my worse days, be my best days If a nigga play, he get left quick (if a nigga play, he get dealt with) All my worse days, be my best days If a nigga play, he get lеft quick (if a nigga play, he get dealt with) All my worst days, bе my best All my worst days, be my best All my worst days, be my best All my worst days, be my best Pop rocks shit, hit ya' block, tops split (Woo) Pop rocks shit, hit ya' block, tops split (Woo) Pop rocks shit, hit ya' block, tops split (Huh) Pop, pop shit (Huh) Pop rocks shit (Huh) Pop rocks shit, hit ya' block, tops split (Woo) Pop rocks shit, hit ya' block, tops split (Woo) Pop, pop shit (Huh) Pop rocks shit (Huh) Pop rocks shit (Huh) Pop rocks shit (Huh) Stuck with a chip on my shoulder Bad kids livin' life like it's over Momma worried I'll retract when I'm older Back to the roots but it's one thing I told her I made her a promise, won't fold 'fore it's over Taught me the solids to keep my composure That's when I double up Stay on the tip of my toes like it's double dutch We peal that corner I make sure that- .40 on hip and it's tucked .40 on hip and it's tucked It's up and it's stuck Bitch, I be off in the cut Ready to fuck something up It's up and it's stuck .40 on hip and it's tucked (.40 on hip and it's tucked) .40 on hip and it's tucked (.40 on hip and it's tucked) It's up and it's stuck Bitch, I be off in the cut Ready to fuck something up It's up and it's stuck Was a good kid 'fore it happened Know the sin pretty, so I backed in Now I'm locked out, 'cause I'm trapped in Gotta watch out for the back end 'Cause they run around to the back Then, catch you lackin' No, this ain't a movie, better tap in This a lifestyle, ain't no actin' We get active If you outside, so what's happenin' Bet I put ya moms in a casket On the dark side, it get hot, man If you outside keep a Glock, then I was traumatized by the shots, then It was homicide, crossin' thoughts Then, I was crossin' lines in the dark Man, couldn't find lines so crossed them Only fine line I could see was only between me and my opposites All the time, all I can think, "I'm probably gone die here Ain't no stoppin' it" I'm a playboy, so I'm dying lit I don't playboy, if it's Bryan, then We go spray toys like we 9 again Every day, boy, I'm alive again Pop rocks shit, hit ya' block, tops split (Woo) Pop rocks shit, hit ya' block, tops split (Woo) Pop rocks shit, hit ya' block, tops split (Huh) Pop, pop shit (Huh) Pop rocks shit (Huh) Pop rocks shit, hit ya' block, tops split (Woo) Pop rocks shit, hit ya' block, tops split (Woo) Pop, pop shit (Huh) Pop rocks shit (Huh) Pop rocks shit (Huh) Pop rocks shit (Huh) .40 on hip and it's tucked (.40 on hip and it's tucked) .40 on hip and it's tucked (.40 on hip and it's tucked) It's up and it's stuck (It's up and it's stuck) Bitch, I be off in the cut (.40 on hip and it's tucked) Ready to fuck something up (.40 on hip and it's tucked) It's up and it's stuck (It's up and it's stuck) .40 on hip and it's tucked .40 on hip and it's tucked It's up and it's stuck Bitch, I be off in the cut (Bitch, I be off in the cut) Ready to fuck something up (Ready to fuck something up) It's up and it's stuck (It's up and it's st-) Pop rocks shit Pop rocks Pop rocks shit Pop rocks Pop rocks shit Pop rocks Pop rocks shit Pop rocks shit (yuh) My high won't let me down Down, down My streets won't let you down Down, down I'm happy now, I'm happy now I'm jolli now, I'm happy now I'll never be jollii now, I'm happy now I'm jolli now, I'm happy now I'll never be happy now
Writer(s): Eric Nance Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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