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Yo, yo Young nigga made a motherfuckin' way, nigga Did this shit my motherfuckin' game All that shit we been through That shit wasn't for nothin' Shit take time, you hear me? Just gotta stay alive in the meantime Natra [Chorus] Drive-by, nigga, drive-by Shots fired, nigga, shots fired, whoa If you a ride nigga, do or die Hey, me and mine just tryna stay alive and lay low I might run into a bag and blow it though Up one day, down next day, don't show it though Shirt snowin', heart cold, that's some ice, yeah Of course no one can ride when shit ain't right, yeah [Verse] Ayy, fuck a rags-to-riches Bitch, I'm still jumpin' houses with some bags and my shit in it Mama still in public housing, she don't believe I ain't gettin' it 'Cause I'm always on the road And I got a lot of rich friends, but that ain't how it go, Mama I ain't lyin', shit been slow, Mama Letras de cancionesI think I'm almost in the door, Mama Ayy, I been real real patient She like why the fuck you waitin'? You damn near helped him make it Y'all supposed to be brothers, right? Ma, I hear what you're sayin' But shit ain't like that, yeah we can't write that, ayy Niggas got they own lives And who are we to say what's wrong or right? What's in the dark will always come to light Ever see that fuck nigga that shot my bro, that's on sight Hate all the time that I done put in overtime, they still overlookin' I miss my grandma cookin' I'm tryna survive in my environment Tryna stay alive, away from violence But when they tryna slide, what whip I'm ridin' in? So, so much shit I done been through I hope I done went through The worst part, it could all be so simple I just want a bag and want my bros out the dopehole Hundred yard dash just for cash, ain't goin' broke, no Gotta make it back to the spot 'fore it get too late Niggas might fall asleep on me, ain't changed my clothes in two days My life feel like a Blu-ray First time I seen a man get shot, I was shocked, whoa That's when I fell in love with the block, though Some day, gun power I can still smell the gun powder Hit a lick, fifty-fifty shit, go sour Hey, I remember it yesterday, it was a long day Bickin' it at the spot and niggas plottin' on some' all day Next thing you know, get that phone call Already, then I got in a gunfight and lost my dawg I still replay those scenes in the back of my head, yeah, oh I still remain the same, no matter what they say Hey, jumped up off the porch at a young age Young nigga couldn't wait to make the front page Scrapin' up crumbs and shit and tryna get Up out of the slums and shit, I'm tired of this I been through a lot of shit I been 'round no pot to piss Chops come out, they hop the fence I remember everything they did I forgive but never will forget I run myself, I am in control of my own life, hey I can't wait to go and get my own knives, hey I can't wait to get my credit straight I bet that day feel like my wedding day Yeah, yeah On the Southside, me and 4-5 Probably in the hood shootin' dice They say it's my time If it ain't, my niggas gon' ride, yeah Drive-by, nigga, drive-by Shots fired, nigga, shots fired, whoa If you a ride nigga, do or die Hey, me and mine just tryna stay alive and lay low I might run into a bag and blow it though Up one day, down next day, don't show it though Shirt snowin', heart cold, that's some ice, yeah Of course no one can ride when shit ain't right, yeah From Letras Mania