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Blac Youngsta & Yo Gotti & 42 Dugg - Rap
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[Intro: 42 Dugg] Hard times don't last, should've seen what I made We was just laughin', how the fuck you in the grave? Everybody ain't real, had to learn that from my brother Frownin' when I'm up, said, he smilin' when I'm strugglin' I been never doing good, now I'm doing bad From the same hood, forever gon' get my last [Chorus: 42 Dugg] I been goin' through the same old things Killin' all them same gold chains I ain't cried, bro, since you got killed Like, how the fuck is you not here? Double down on me Watch how I come up with that cheese I swear, I still get them beans in With family like this, I don't need friends They told me if I train, that it's only me [Refrain: Blac Youngsta] The streets too cold for a windbreaker, you gon' need you a coat (Streets) The streets too dry in the summertime, you gon' need some dope (Dope) The same niggas talk behind my back say they love me most (Most) Yeah, same niggas I was beefin' with, called them my bro (Bro) Ridin' shotgun with the shotty, pull up at the store (Store) Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke (Smoke) Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke, yeah [Verse 1: Blac Youngsta] Catch that boy in traffic, semi-automatic You might call the caddy, but I call the baddie Big Blood shit, shoot 'em in the attic No love shit, shoot a nigga daddy I'm a gangster, you gotta watch me Nigga tryna B.I.G., 'Pac me I'm a real nigga, I'll kill a Nazi On the front street, can't stop me Beat my case, but the feds dock me I ain't dumb, I know them niggas wanna take me out, but they can't rock me I'ma keep applyin' pressure on you pussy niggas 'cause y'all can't stop me Told mama, "It's alright, I'ma be fine, I know God got me" And my bitch, she upset I ain't comin' home, she just wanna sock me, yeah (Live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah) I'ma start a riot (Live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah) Killers, they outside (Live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah) Don't be surprised (Live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah) [Chorus: 42 Dugg & Blac Youngsta] I been goin' through the same old things (Kickin' with the guys) Killin' all them same gold chains I ain't cried, bro, since you got killed Like, how the fuck is you not here? Double down on me Watch how I come up with that cheese I swear, I still get them beans in With family like this, I don't need friends They told me if I train, that it's only me [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] Moncler coat cost me twenty-five hundred, chopper got a drum on it Supreme dirt bike cost me thirty-somethin' racks, fuck it, my son want it Gangster shit, I been on it I'm a real hustler, make it look good, don't it? I don't fuck with no broke niggas (Nah) I ain't dodge no smoke, nigga (Never) Whoever want it, they can get it Four hundred shots'll make 'em feel it (Brrt) We four deep, a hundred shots piece A million put up for the bond (Prr) We fightin' the case 'til my niggas free Three letters (CMG) Fuck niggas should've knew better (Knew better) This Drac' hit whoever We take smoke to a new level They like, "Gotti, you rich, do better" (Do better) I tried, but niggas wouldn't let us (Tried) These pussies, they playin', they jealous (For real) And I can't turn my back on the fellas (Can't) Street nigga, cold-hearted (I am) I lost my feelings on Garland (Did) We was thuggin' out the 'partments (We was) Know in Memphis where it started (Yeah, on God) [Refrain: Blac Youngsta] The streets too cold for a windbreaker, you gon' need you a coat (Streets) The streets too dry in the summertime, you gon' need some dope (Dope) The same niggas talk behind my back say they love me most (Most) Yeah, same niggas I was beefin' with, called them my bro (Bro) Ridin' shotgun with the shotty, pull up at the store (Store) Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke (Smoke) Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke [Chorus: 42 Dugg] I been goin' through the same old things Killin' all them same gold chains I ain't cried, bro, since you got killed Like, how the fuck is you not here? Double down on me Watch how I come up with that cheese I swear, I still get them beans in With family like this, I don't need friends They told me if I train, that it's only me
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Credits
- Writers
- Blac Youngsta
- Yo Gotti
- 42 Dugg