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I prayed to God that I would it to the top
A young street tryna make it off the block
I told my yeah, we all we got
I my niggas yeah, we all we got
We all we got, we all we got, we all we got, we all we got
We all we got, we all we got, we all we got, we all we got

in the streets all my life
Business all my life
ride if you wrong or right
Pussy niggas gon' be gone
I saw you in a minute
Wishing you was to see how shit changed
I was young, money fast
It was as quick as it came
I when you fucked up
When stressed out, I be feeling your pain
I'm probably feeling the
We just some young about money
never shitted on nobody
I do the crime, I do the
I ain't pin it on nobody, hey
My nigga, my shooter, I he'll do you
He carry that Ruger, he carry that
My like to rob, I had to tell my lil nigga chill
Fuck around catch a
You gon' be gone for about a years

I prayed to God that I would it to the top
A young street nigga tryna it off the block
I told my yeah, we all we got
I my niggas yeah, we all we got
We all we got, we all we got, we all we got, we all we got
We all we got, we all we got, we all we got, we all we got

I'm on iron all through the city
The shit that I'm rapping, I'm living
Ain't even been to the in a minute
These niggas start hating, they to kill me
Fake love, fuck and get wet up
Head on my shoulder, won't go for the
My foot on the pedal, fuck no I let up
he real, I told him to shut up
I need some real friends and not them fake
they changed, supposed to be my day ones
Fuck repping the hood, I'm repping the
I got a lot on my
Go to sleep with a K and don't need play
My lil got shot in his face
These lil niggas gon' take plate if you don't eat
niggas tied to the streets
My lil died in these streets
Yeah,
I prayed to God that I make it to the top
A young nigga tryna make it off the block
I told my yeah, we all we got
I told my yeah, we all we got
We all we got, we all we got, we all we got, we all we got
We all we got, we all we got, we all we got, we all we got

I just saw my niggas get
I he was loyal and respected
Told him it down, he neglected
Now he at of Corrections
Visitation, peeping his
Nigga told me that he his lesson
Missing from his kids, he
Mama stressing, for a blessing
You know I got love for your
though you keep it on the under
Fuck nigga, take that nigga under
Shit talking, hit him a plunger
I just hit a lick for jiggas
We split it right down the middle
I don't gotta pay a hitter
shit just a hobby to my nigga
I ain't ever hiding from you
Turn Bin Ladin on you nigga
I know you been plottin' on me,
Followed baby mama to the cleaners
I know where you live, you sleep at
my nigga right to where you eat at
Cool it down, you don't want to see
it down, you don't want to see that
Young nigga, yeah