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PnB Rock
Used to sleep in the crib, no heat on
Put some crates under the bed, just to sleep on
Put some syrup on my bread, just to eat on
Nowadays, look at niggas, we on
Yeah
Yeah I had to boss my life up
Get my change up, had to get my ice up
Get my bands up, had to get my mans up
For the block, yeah I do it for my fam, yeah
Here's a little story bout a nigga named PnB
Know a couple pussy niggas thinking 'bout deleting me
I don't give a fuck though, 'cause I keep that thing with me
When them niggas run into me, keep that same energy
Came from a broken home, momma, she was never home
All our fathers dead and gone, yeah they left us all alone
Momma had to sell crack, 'member niggas took her pack
Robbed her for a fuckin' sack, now we gotta start from scratch
In and out of shelters, felt like God failed us
All these fuckin' family members, ain't nobody help us
It don't even matter though, we gone be rich one day
'Til then I'm on the block, trappin' up a one-way
Niggas talking crazy they don't want no fuckin' gun play
I'll pull up on that nigga block, on a Sunday
Church day, I'll turn that shit into a hearse day
Every time you see me, I be riding with my 30
Every time you see me, I be slidin' with my 30
Give a opp a 42, feel like James Worthy
Leave a nigga brains on the side, where the curb be
Leave a nigga name on his shirt like a jersey
Opp shit, yeah we pop shit, like a perky
Opp's talking all that hot shit but still ain't hurt me
Niggas disrespect my brother name we gone murk 'em
Slide through they block, we gone do them niggas dirty (Yeah)
Used to sleep in the crib, no heat on (Yeah)
Put some crates under the bed just to sleep on (Yeah)
Put some syrup on my bread just to eat on (Yeah)
Nowadays, look at niggas, we on (Yeah)
Nowadays, look at niggas, we up (Yeah)
Still ain't comfortable so I ain't got my feet up (Yeah)
Trap phone jumpin' off the meter (Yeah)
I need 50K for a feature (Yeah)
Yeah I had to boss my life up (Boss my life up)
Get my change up, had to get my ice up (Ice)
Get my bands up, had to get my mans up (Get my mans up)
For the block, yeah I do it for my fam (Yeah)
Do it for the block, can't just do it for my gang (Gang)
Do it for the squad, yeah you know it's New Lane (Skrrt)
Fuck all these other niggas, oh, they so lame
Fuck all these rap niggas, I'll take one of they chain (Gimme that shit)
'Cause they sweet, yeah them niggas hoes, they don't want no smoke
I'll pull up to they show with all my bro's, with all these poles
Like what's happening? We can get it cracking, we can get it popping
We gone fuck them niggas up then we gone run all in they pocket
'Cause they sweet, yeah them niggas hoes, told yo ass before
I ain't nothing like these niggas that be singing to these hoes
'Cause I be singing and I be trappin' and I be riding round with my pole
All these lames gone get exposed, I just get it with my woes
Used to sleep in the crib, no heat on (With no heat on)
Put some crates under the bed just to sleep on
Put some syrup on my bread just to eat on (Just to eat on)
Nowadays, look at niggas, we on (Yeah)
Nowadays, look at niggas, we up (Yeah)
Still ain't comfortable so I ain't got my feet up (Yeah)
Trap phone jumpin' off the meter (Yeah)
I need 50K for a feature (Yeah)
Yeah, I had to boss my life up
Get my change up, had to get my ice up
Get my bands up, had to get my mans up
For the block, yeah I do it for my fam, yeah
compositores: Gianni van den Brom, Rakim Allen
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Put some crates under the bed, just to sleep on
Put some syrup on my bread, just to eat on
Nowadays, look at niggas, we on
Yeah
Yeah I had to boss my life up
Get my change up, had to get my ice up
Get my bands up, had to get my mans up
For the block, yeah I do it for my fam, yeah
Here's a little story bout a nigga named PnB
Know a couple pussy niggas thinking 'bout deleting me
I don't give a fuck though, 'cause I keep that thing with me
When them niggas run into me, keep that same energy
Came from a broken home, momma, she was never home
All our fathers dead and gone, yeah they left us all alone
Momma had to sell crack, 'member niggas took her pack
Robbed her for a fuckin' sack, now we gotta start from scratch
In and out of shelters, felt like God failed us
All these fuckin' family members, ain't nobody help us
It don't even matter though, we gone be rich one day
'Til then I'm on the block, trappin' up a one-way
Niggas talking crazy they don't want no fuckin' gun play
I'll pull up on that nigga block, on a Sunday
Church day, I'll turn that shit into a hearse day
Every time you see me, I be riding with my 30
Every time you see me, I be slidin' with my 30
Give a opp a 42, feel like James Worthy
Leave a nigga brains on the side, where the curb be
Leave a nigga name on his shirt like a jersey
Opp shit, yeah we pop shit, like a perky
Opp's talking all that hot shit but still ain't hurt me
Niggas disrespect my brother name we gone murk 'em
Slide through they block, we gone do them niggas dirty (Yeah)
Used to sleep in the crib, no heat on (Yeah)
Put some crates under the bed just to sleep on (Yeah)
Put some syrup on my bread just to eat on (Yeah)
Nowadays, look at niggas, we on (Yeah)
Nowadays, look at niggas, we up (Yeah)
Still ain't comfortable so I ain't got my feet up (Yeah)
Trap phone jumpin' off the meter (Yeah)
I need 50K for a feature (Yeah)
Yeah I had to boss my life up (Boss my life up)
Get my change up, had to get my ice up (Ice)
Get my bands up, had to get my mans up (Get my mans up)
For the block, yeah I do it for my fam (Yeah)
Do it for the block, can't just do it for my gang (Gang)
Do it for the squad, yeah you know it's New Lane (Skrrt)
Fuck all these other niggas, oh, they so lame
Fuck all these rap niggas, I'll take one of they chain (Gimme that shit)
'Cause they sweet, yeah them niggas hoes, they don't want no smoke
I'll pull up to they show with all my bro's, with all these poles
Like what's happening? We can get it cracking, we can get it popping
We gone fuck them niggas up then we gone run all in they pocket
'Cause they sweet, yeah them niggas hoes, told yo ass before
I ain't nothing like these niggas that be singing to these hoes
'Cause I be singing and I be trappin' and I be riding round with my pole
All these lames gone get exposed, I just get it with my woes
Used to sleep in the crib, no heat on (With no heat on)
Put some crates under the bed just to sleep on
Put some syrup on my bread just to eat on (Just to eat on)
Nowadays, look at niggas, we on (Yeah)
Nowadays, look at niggas, we up (Yeah)
Still ain't comfortable so I ain't got my feet up (Yeah)
Trap phone jumpin' off the meter (Yeah)
I need 50K for a feature (Yeah)
Yeah, I had to boss my life up
Get my change up, had to get my ice up
Get my bands up, had to get my mans up
For the block, yeah I do it for my fam, yeah
compositores: Gianni van den Brom, Rakim Allen
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