Third Avenue Fredo

[Intro]
Aw, shit
Aight, Mini
Gon' let this one breathe, for real
Let this one just talk to them
Receive them, you feel me?
Happy birthday Amro
Never forgotten
Love you though, nigga
Rest in peace all the fallen soldiers
Free all my day ones
Fuck the rest of them

[Verse 1]
Yeah, when I was just a teen (Teen)
I swear money was a dream (Dream)
I been runnin' on the street
Since a young one, with the team
I stopped goin' school early
Just to go home late
When you're livin' in the trap house
No, you don't go home safe (Never)
Yeah, it was me and Billy 15
We was sleepin' in blocks (Damn)
Man had them cheeks full of rocks
Man, feds just took C off the block (Facts)
Next time I'll see him's visitin' the box
Street niggas know the feelin' is odd
But we'll just leave it to God
Honestly, all them robberies
From Queensway to Kensal Green, I gotta eat
Chippy did them properly (For real)
I had ten when I was seventeen
Yeah, the whole hood remembers me
At nineteen, bought my press machine
And since then, I been very clean
I seen niggas come and go
In the streets 'cause they weren't built for this
My niggas been away for years
You know I still visit
'Cause I can feel your pain, bro
We came up from the same roads
Now I'm livin', doin' stage shows
While you're locked up in the same clothes
That makes me feel shit sometimes
I know I gotta live my life
You know I'll never switch, my guy
Need anything, just hit my line
I'm from the 'Zart, no switchin' sides
Drippy chains, drippy knives
I never asked to live this life
So fuck if I ain't livin' right