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PERFORMING ARTISTS
PnB Rock
PnB Rock
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gianni van den Brom
Gianni van den Brom
Songwriter
Rakim Allen
Rakim Allen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michelle Mancini
Michelle Mancini
Mastering Engineer
Jimmy Cash
Jimmy Cash
Mixing Engineer
Niaggi
Niaggi
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Used to sleep in the crib, no heat on
Put some crates under the bed, just to sleep on
Put some syrup on my bread, just to eat on
Nowadays, look at ****, we on
[Verse 2]
Yeah
Yeah I had to boss my life up
Get my change up, had to get my ice up
Get my bands up, had to get my mans up
For the block, yeah I do it for my fam, yeah
[Verse 3]
Here's a little story bout a **** named PnB
Know a couple pussy **** thinking 'bout deleting me
I don't give a fuck though, 'cause I keep that thing with me
When them **** run into me, keep that same energy
Came from a broken home, momma, she was never home
All our fathers dead and gone, yeah they left us all alone
Momma had to sell crack, 'member **** took her pack
Robbed her for a fuckin' sack, now we gotta start from scratch
In and out of shelters, felt like God found us
All these fuckin' family members, ain't nobody help us
It don't even matter though, we gon' be rich one day
Till then I'm on the block, trappin' up on one-way
**** talking crazy they don't want no fuckin' gun play
I'll pull up on that **** block on a Sunday
Church day, I'll turn that shit into a hearse day
Every time you see me, I be ridin' with my 30
Every time you see me, I be slidin' with my 30
Give a opp a 42, feel like James Worthy
Leave a **** brains on the side where the curb be
Leave a **** name on his shirt, like a jersey
Opp shit, yeah, we pop shit, like a perky
Opp's talking all that hot shit but still ain't hurt me
**** disrespect my brother name, we gone murk 'em
Slide through they block, we gone do them **** dirty, yeah
[Verse 4]
Used to sleep in the crib, no heat on (Yeah)
Put some crates under the bed, just to sleep on (Yeah)
Put some syrup on my bread, just to eat on (Yeah)
Nowadays, look at ****, we on (Yeah)
[Verse 5]
Nowadays, look at ****, we up (Yeah)
Still ain't comfortable so I ain't got my feet up (Yeah)
Trap phone jumpin' off the meter (Yeah)
I need 50K for a feature (Yeah)
[Verse 6]
Yeah I had to boss my life up (Boss my life up)
Get my change up, had to get my ice up (Ice)
Get my bands up, had to get my mans up (Get my mans up)
For the block, yeah I do it for my fam (Yeah)
[Verse 7]
Do it for the block, can't just do it for my gang (Gang)
Do it for the squad, yeah, you know it's New Lane (Skrrt)
Fuck all these other ****, oh, they so lame
Fuck all these rap ****, I'll take one of they chains (Gimme that shit)
'Cause they sweet, yeah, them **** hoes, they don't want no smoke
I'll pull up to they show with all my bros, with all these poles
Like what's happenin'? We can get it crackin', we can get it poppin'
We gone fuck them **** up then we gone run all in they pocket
'Cause they sweet, yeah them **** hoes, told yo ass before
I ain't nothin' like these **** that be singin' to these hoes
'Cause I be singin' and I be trappin' and I be ridin' round with my pole
All these lames gone get exposed, I just get it with my woes
[Verse 8]
Used to sleep in the crib, no heat on (With no heat on)
Put some crates under the bed, just to sleep on (Just to sleep on)
Put some syrup on my bread, just to eat on (Just to eat on)
Nowadays, look at ****, we on (Yeah)
[Verse 9]
Nowadays, look at ****, we up (Yeah)
Still ain't comfortable so I ain't got my feet up (Yeah)
Trap phone jumpin' off the meter (Yeah)
I need 50K for a feature (Yeah)
[Verse 10]
(Yeah I had to boss my life up)
(Get my change up, had to get my ice up)
(Get my bands up, had to get my mans up)
(For the block, yeah I do it for my fam, yeah)
Written by: Gianni van den Brom, PnB Rock
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