Used to sleep in the crib, no heat on
Put some crates under the bed, just to sleep on
Put some syrup on my bread, just to eat on
Nowadays, look at boys, we on
Yeah
[Post-Chorus]
Yeah I had to boss my life up
Get my change up, had to get my ice up
Get my bands up, had to get my mans up
For the block, yeah I do it for my fam, yeah
[Verse 1]
Here's a little story bout a boy named PnB
Know a couple boy thinking bout deleting me
I don't give a though, cause I keep that thing with me
When them boys run into me, keep that same energy
Came from a broken home, momma, she was never home
All our fathers dead and gone, yeah they left us all alone
Momma had to sell stuff, 'member boys took her pack
Robbed her for a sack, now we gotta start from scratch
In and out of shelters, felt like God failed us
All these family members, ain't nobody help us
It don't even matter though, we gone be rich one day
'Til then I'm on the block, trappin' up a one-way
Boys talking crazy they don't want no gun play
I'll pull up on that boy block, on a Sunday
Church day, I'll turn that stuff into a hearse day
Every time you see me, I be riding with my 30
Every time you see me, I be slidin' with my 30
Give a opp a 42, feel like James Worthy
Leave a boy brains on the side, where the curb be
Leave a boy name on his shirt, like a jersey
Opp stuff, yeah we pop, like a perky
Opp's talking all that hot but still ain't hurt me
Boys disrespect my brother name we gone murk 'em
Slide through they block, we gone do them boys dirty (yeah)
Put some crates under the bed, just to sleep on
Put some syrup on my bread, just to eat on
Nowadays, look at boys, we on
Yeah
[Post-Chorus]
Yeah I had to boss my life up
Get my change up, had to get my ice up
Get my bands up, had to get my mans up
For the block, yeah I do it for my fam, yeah
[Verse 1]
Here's a little story bout a boy named PnB
Know a couple boy thinking bout deleting me
I don't give a though, cause I keep that thing with me
When them boys run into me, keep that same energy
Came from a broken home, momma, she was never home
All our fathers dead and gone, yeah they left us all alone
Momma had to sell stuff, 'member boys took her pack
Robbed her for a sack, now we gotta start from scratch
In and out of shelters, felt like God failed us
All these family members, ain't nobody help us
It don't even matter though, we gone be rich one day
'Til then I'm on the block, trappin' up a one-way
Boys talking crazy they don't want no gun play
I'll pull up on that boy block, on a Sunday
Church day, I'll turn that stuff into a hearse day
Every time you see me, I be riding with my 30
Every time you see me, I be slidin' with my 30
Give a opp a 42, feel like James Worthy
Leave a boy brains on the side, where the curb be
Leave a boy name on his shirt, like a jersey
Opp stuff, yeah we pop, like a perky
Opp's talking all that hot but still ain't hurt me
Boys disrespect my brother name we gone murk 'em
Slide through they block, we gone do them boys dirty (yeah)
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