NAPPY ROOTS – THE STICK BOYZ 歌詞

I was raised in poverty
I had my back against the wall
You see, the streets baby
And I know some of y’all will make it
Who love? My love? Shootin’ shotgun

Uh, more liquor in my cup please
Jordan’s and the gold chain
Nigga really livin’ good, got a crib by the up east
Jogging with the baby and the puppies
Yea, I threw some sounds in the 84
Neighborhood watch should hate me dog
Cuz I’m bumpin’ while the old folks sleepin’
But I don’t give a damn, I got paid this evening
Block party, brought the whole hood
My goons rock around, lookin’ all good
My mama, she don’t care for the nice shit
She like the better and the projects
They say that we don’t know how to act
Waitin’ outside the daycare, smokin’ blacks
My 40 Akerz man, give it to me
Cuz this what bein’ in this franchise did to me

I was raised in poverty
I had my back against the wall
You see, the streets baby
And I know some of y’all will make it
Who love? My love? Shootin’ shotgun

I heard a nigga quote: I’d rather die, don’t wanna be old and broke
I feel the same, that’s why I’m spendin’ this gold
That’s why my niggas both had the pot, cookin’ the coke
We pitched off, we ain’t livin’ off hope
I smoke reefer …
It’s spiritual, like the Indian dance
So I’m goin’ to smoke light bulb, chain a nigga, lodge a lake tods
Two time failin’, said we friend hailin’ it further
Life of my mama, I strap up like a suicide bomber
She get high like deep down south summers
And for the strength of my chila, I’m makin’ movies for a day house chilla
No dependin’ on nobody else chilla
I’m sayin’ fuck on y’all and who the rest ones feel
I’m tryna make my folks feel like Curtis may feel
The mark starvin’ of this underground gang
With 5 grams of me is just to maintain so call me uptain

I was raised in poverty
I had my back against the wall
You see, the streets baby
And I know some of y’all will make it
Who love? My love? Shootin’ shotgun

Sorry if nobody like me, my nasty ways
I was raised in poverty, gotta be actin’ this way
I’m not actin’, I say, anything come to my head
I had to strike with quarters niggas, penis
Hold me down my line
I’m some boss shit nigga
Never had an hour like the floss shit
Now I’m on some tell me where to call shit
I’ve gained and I’ve lost it
Who’s to blame?
Learn to trust the game
Want money? Fuck fame
My kids gotta eat, my band do too
So many niggas in jail for child support
They won’t turn loose
Cheef loud to take the pain away
Now I’m free
Live to see another day
I cry every Mother’s Day
Wishin’ she were here, God these were angels so she proud to give
We in the Styx, no feel, grab a deal, growin’ a beer
Some good food, put me on the hood mood
Don’t worry ‘bout me, homie on crew
Signin’ off, nasty dude

I was raised in poverty
I had my back against the wall
You see, the streets baby
And I know some of y’all will make it
Who love? My love? Shootin’ shotgun

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