Lyrics

Unc told me get on it got to do it now ain't no later Can't fuck with everybody the next man might be a hater Tried to run from them problems but somehow I can't shake em Just like if I was shooting in a nigga face I'd just face em They thought I had it sweet we all got struggles Even though I had shoes on my feet we still had to hustle I'm the oldest out of three so they looking up to me Yea I promise better places coming soon that we gone see Yea they tried to count me out chasing m's rich to be Can't let em dig up in my pot you niggas can't get to close to me Really wasn't around my parents that ain't how it's suppose to be Now I'm grown chasing bag yea that shit is all on me Remember the days we had to pawn the game just to pay the rent Getting up early going to church praying for blessing to be sent At a young age i bottled it up I didn't have a place to vent There was no room for the complaining wishing I was older so I can change it Hoping for the better days outside tryna catch plays Bro nem out there pushing p's but I'm just staying up out the way They want me to go back and hoop again but I can't focus on making a's Yea I got my mind set I'm focus on these money plays Money plays Aye nah fr They shall take risk to have Aye this beat hard uncle Matt Havin
Writer(s): Christopher Washington Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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