No Shine Kur (Ft. PnB Rock)
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[Chorus: PnB Rock]
It never shines in the ghetto
It always rains in the hood
Nigga if you came from the hood
Then you probably gon' stay in the hood
Niggas get killed every single day in the hood
It never shines in the ghetto
It always rains in the hood
Niggas sellin' 'cane in the hood
Smokin' dope, shootin' dice in the hood
Hopin' they don't lose they life in the hood, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Kur]
Up top where the chances are slim
Baby moms, no pampers, no milk
I can't cry over milk that been spilt
What's behind doin' so many bills
Hard times, man, I'm talkin' 'bout filth
Low times thinkin' chalkin' and shit
Broke times, 'bout to rob something quick
I can't shine if I'm not on my shit
I'm on the 9 if I'm not at the crib
Where niggas get high, niggas smoke cigs
Where niggas get by and don't wanna give
Where bitches get popped and leave in a Lyft
Outsiders get stopped, like "Who are you with?"
I jumped in the mix, I climbed out the ditch
The dirt, the piss, the hurtful shit
The perc addict, I worked at it
I caught static and didn't change
It never shines in the ghetto
It always rains in the hood
Nigga if you came from the hood
Then you probably gon' stay in the hood
Niggas get killed every single day in the hood
It never shines in the ghetto
It always rains in the hood
Niggas sellin' 'cane in the hood
Smokin' dope, shootin' dice in the hood
Hopin' they don't lose they life in the hood, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Kur]
Up top where the chances are slim
Baby moms, no pampers, no milk
I can't cry over milk that been spilt
What's behind doin' so many bills
Hard times, man, I'm talkin' 'bout filth
Low times thinkin' chalkin' and shit
Broke times, 'bout to rob something quick
I can't shine if I'm not on my shit
I'm on the 9 if I'm not at the crib
Where niggas get high, niggas smoke cigs
Where niggas get by and don't wanna give
Where bitches get popped and leave in a Lyft
Outsiders get stopped, like "Who are you with?"
I jumped in the mix, I climbed out the ditch
The dirt, the piss, the hurtful shit
The perc addict, I worked at it
I caught static and didn't change
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