Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
T.G.
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Manuel Rodriquez Iv
Komponist:in
Terry Collins Jr
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
TG born & Raised in the sucka free
I came up from hittin licks **** Sellin D
I came up from a half gram to a half Key
Fuck a mad bitch I really run the streets
TG born & Raised in the sucka free
I came up from hittin licks **** Sellin D
I came up from a half gram to a half Key
Fuck a mad bitch I really run the streets
In my city shit really go down
from Robbin to hustlin to seein **** gettin knocked down
I run the city San Francisco who I’m at
My young **** said he had a lick for a silver pack
Hard times got a **** on some other shit
we kickin the door laying **** down & thugging shit
My lil **** got him tied up & Blind fold
I’m trynna get money & shine **** like ghetto gold
I went through the spot **** I’m tearing up the house
I see a Black Duffle bag hidden behind the couch
I said grab the dope & leave these **** maxed out
Anybody move this 40 will eat his back out
I got my driver engine runnin posted outside
told my young **** to hit the gas & let’s slide
Headin back with the bag to the trapzone
hoes hittin my line but I ain’t Fucken with the phones
TG born & Raised in the sucka free
I came up from hittin licks **** Sellin D
I came up from a half gram to a half Key
Fuck a mad bitch I really run the streets
TG born & Raised in the sucka free
I came up from hittin licks **** Sellin D
I came up from a half gram to a half Key
Fuck a mad bitch I really run the streets
Me & my young **** hit the spot & bust down
I don’t trust a soul a lot of these **** be straight clowns
Robbin & sellin Coke **** was my first career
I ran the streets without a map 365 a year
I’m pulling all nighters bitch I’m about mine
I Post up in front of the liquor store until the sunshine
Some **** walked up
I told him I got nothing but 50 Pops
called my little ****
told him stop playin
And made sure he aint the cops
Running up the bag growing up in the sfc
been thuggin been on the grind
**** fuck watchin tv
we sharks ****
swimmin through the deep blue sea
Free Eddie Cain
One day I hope he set free
Addicted to thug shit like I’m addicted to hoes
Don’t trust a bitch they always trynna get yours
I’m chargin **** like a property tax
I feel like Nino Brown
on the block sellin them cracks
TG born & Raised in the sucka free
I came up from hittin licks **** Sellin D
I came up from a half gram to a half Key
Fuck a mad bitch I really run the streets
TG born & Raised in the sucka free
I came up from hittin licks **** Sellin D
I came up from a half gram to a half Key
Fuck a mad bitch I really run the streets
Written by: Manuel Rodriquez Iv, Terry Collins Jr