Wizard of oz. at the age of 14
In New Orleans I met my first dope fiend
A rock and roll king, but this was no dream
Spend so much cash they call me Mean Joe Green
On the protein caught a case of bullplein
Money to be made when my cell phone ring
Sip codine hoes say Im so mean
When my niggas freestylin bout the same old thing
Cuz Im serving the white and smoking the green
All the real motherfuckers youll know what I mean
A cut from my Gs it means nothing to me
To turn my bitch out and let em fuck her for free
Cuz I know you, and you know me
I got niggas thatll front me two whole keys
True homies that learn to survive
Lord knows that these streets try to burn us alive
Lord knows that these streets try to burn us alive
I remember way back way back in the day (day)
Used to be broke now this rap shit pays me
Ugh, me and Los had a million dollar scheme (what?)
Platinum, at the age of 17
But that aint shit (nigga) and I dont give a fuck
Used to roll around in a beat up pickup truck
Used to sit back blow a sweet sip drank
But lost my niggas but Im still stuck in the deep game
Hustlin all night, keeping your money tight
You think you blow us up and everything gonna be alright
Man, kiss my baby make the game my wife
Dont make me cock my shit and put one in your life
You trying to take this because you hate this (bitch)
Youll know when I am through just to make this (bitch)
And man believe me homie, nigga Im a survivor
(lord knows that these streets try to burn us alive)
Now is you in or out, cant be caught in between
So quick decisions, we swishin is you thinking of being
See wearing this or that can be something you claim
You put in all in one thing and be described as your name
Again the dos and donts
Make sure you know what you swish
Sprays of family get your love treat your hoe like a bitch
Its the ups and downs of the lives that we live
Some niggas fucking around so with their wife and their kid
A lot of give and take, nobody said that itd be easy
The cheddar aint always cheesy, the wind aint always breezy
Believe me from here to there and back
Its all the same like making cane turn to crack for stacks
And black jacks to craps every bait is covered
And break the bread with my brothers
But cant forget my mother
She told me live and die by everything you try
(and lord knows that these streets try to burn us alive)
Lord knows that these streets try to burn us alive
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