Top Songs By Chris Preciado
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Lyrics
Ay, Yeah... Ay, Yeah... Ay Yeah
Chris Preezy... TU
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Tell my why these rappers acting like they made it
Man Im straigh up out the RIV and I'll say it
Who do it like me, who do it like us, type to flip the pack get the money double up
Came up out the bottom, got it off the dirt
My Family from the Eastside, got it off the curb
Ay... my homies on the block they ain't have a choice
Money beat time so they counting every millisecond
And if I'm playing its for first I'm never in second
And Money be the root of evil so gotta protect it
If you fall gotta get up, dont stop homie yeah never let up
Back then we had no choice never changed routes
Started trappin at the crib scale up on the couch
Circle started gettin small when the money bounced
Same ones who say they love you quick to Sell you out
My best friend I keep her with like Bobby n Whitney
I'll let her blow a kiss n ya I bet you'll never forget me
I went poverty living, to out here chasing a Bentley
You'll never find me at the top alone, I'll bring my family with me
Ya'll cant tell me s, Ya'll cant tell me s
No, Ya'll cant tell me s no, Ya'll cant tell me s
Ive been doing my thang you ain't grind with me no, Ya'll ain't grind with me
No, ya'll ain't grind with me no, Ya'll ain't grind with me
Ay
Used to be that motha that they laughed at
Now I'm on my hustle homie i ain't tryna back track
Remember having ounces yeah up in my backpack
Used to play soccer yeah now I'm passed that
Show me where the money at, yea show me where the money at
Got homies that be in the trap we gone ball out
Yeah yeah, show me where the money at
Put my city yeah, on the map
Used to flip a couple ounces almost felt like we made it
Never thought the ones I helped would be the ones out here hating
I put my city on,
I ain't worried bout y'all, I ain't worried bout y'all
Ima do my own thang
Cause ain't nothin last foreva, the only promise is death
Gotta hustle like you want it, gotta watch every step
In this game there ain't no love, so anybody's a threat
Guard your family, guard your pride most of all yo respect
Ya'll cant tell me s, Ya'll cant tell me s
No, Ya'll cant tell me s no, Ya'll cant tell me s
Ive been doing my thang you ain't grind with me no, Ya'll ain't grind with me
No, ya'll ain't grind with me no, Ya'll ain't grind with me
Ay
Writer(s): Chris Preciado
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