(Ph-Ph-Phoenix)
(Stay with Vegas on the way)
I just wanna take the time to speak ’bout my life
It’s very difficult tryna make it out, I grew up on the Southside
Grew up ’round n#gg#s dangerous and n#gg#s head huntin’
Grew up where they lacin’ cocaine up in every blunt
Moms and pops had disabilities, I raised my parents
Now I got that bag, I’m grocery shoppin’, fill they cabinet
I was in them streets, tryna find me a way for to eat, ’cause I didn’t have it
I was on my grind, I’m a multimillion boss, I say it gladly
I’m the baby boy on my mama’s side, middle child when it come to my daddy
I celebrate goin’ in them stores, dress up in Moncler fabric
Once you get straight, n#gg#s gon’ hate on you
I be steppin’ on them b#tches in my new lil’ Fendi slides
Pour me up some drank, just want a line or two
Once you cross me, I see red, Alabama, Roll Tide
Put my headphones up to my ears and clutch my chopper
Big old rocks in both of my ears, link up onside ’em
He was makin’ profit off pills, stole from his mama
Had to make money when I seen that she good without him
Made it up over the hills
I can’t lie, it do feel kinda better over here
Grew up shotgun house trapped out, residue all on the scale
Doin’ my sh#t, they tellin’ me don’t go back over there
I still post up over there
Grew up ’round n#gg#s dangerous and n#gg#s head huntin’
Grew up where they lacin’ cocaine up in every blunt
Moms and pops had disabilities, I raised my parents
Now I got that bag, I’m grocery shoppin’, fill they cabinet
I was in them streets, tryna find me a way for to eat, ’cause I didn’t have it
I was on my grind, I’m a multimillion boss, I say it gladly
I’m the baby boy on my mama’s side, middle child when it come to my daddy
I celebrate goin’ in them stores, dress up in Moncler fabric
Tryna make it out them slums, I mind my business
Thank the Lord for these deposits, I make thirty grand a day
Grew up in survival of the fittest
If it’s a problem where I’m from, oh, they gon’ get you out the way
Time don’t stop, it keep on goin’
Up in my city, n#gg#s dozin’ off on her#in
Used to go to the washing mat, n#gg# barely had enough coins
Locked in the ‘yo the whole night and I ain’t even yawn
Made it up over the hills
I can’t lie, it do feel kinda better over here
Grew up shotgun house trapped out, residue all on the scale
Doin’ my sh#t, they tellin’ me don’t go back over there
I still post up over there
I just wanna take the time to speak ’bout my life (Da-da, da, da-da-da-da-da)
It’s very difficult tryna make it out, I grew up on the Southside (Oh, oh, oh)
I just wanna take the time to speak ’bout my life (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
It’s very difficult tryna make it out, I grew up on the Southside (Da-da, da, da-da-da-da-da)
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