Lyrics

All I ever knew was go hard, used to pull **** cards
Gang saggin' down century
Everybody favorite neighborhood star
Used to pull up in a bucket like a brand new Bentley
Can't lose, I'm a ten duece streeter
My cee day, I got a brand new heater
On my own, I don't really do features
So ride for me, baby, like a two-seater, yeah
It's a banger, lil' baby, I do it easily
Put on for the hood, never leave it because they needed me
Stuck up in the set, I had to go and change the scenery
But they'll never know what these city streets really mean to me
One day make it, rappin' was like a dream to me
But look, we made that shit happen, it what it seemed to be
Leveled up the hustle, I'm reachin' a different frequency
Embracin' all my struggles, the pain, it never defeated me
Solid ****, my resume should be laminated
On the set, never let a **** contaminate it
Graduated from gladiator, was activated
Wear my gun inside of the function like it's a fashion statement
In this bitch, I'm goin' up and beyond
Play with me and get fucked over like the fuck was he on
Better know he keep that semi like what truckers be on
And quick to put him in they place right where them suckers belong
Let's get it
All I ever knew was go hard, used to pull ****' cards
Gang saggin' down century
Everybody favorite neighborhood star
Used to pull up in the bucket like a brand-new Bentley
Can't lose, I'm a ten duece streeter
My cee day, I got a brand-new heater
On my own, I don't really do features
So ride for me, baby, like a two-seater, yeah
It's goin' up, bottles comin, we pourin' up
Got some weed for the baddies, here baby smoke it up
I'm that ****, she feelin, that mean I'm chosen up
Forever keep it, player can never get me to open up
You know what's up, I'ma stand on business
See me rise up out the gutter, I'm just glad y'all witnessed
Wood ****, cause we boogie in the backyard chillin
Don't leave the crib without the blicc, that's if you plan on livin
**** lovin' what you do, but just hate that it's you
Shit, I ain't wanna believe it, now I say that it's true
Real ones know the truth, cause there's only a few
Solid homies that I love I tell you, brodie a fool
Look, get a bag, it ain't nothin' to overthink about
As long as you ain't fakin' and crossin' your peoples out
Not just talkin, I take a minute to teach um how
That's the wave way until a **** up in the clouds
All I ever knew was go hard, used to pull ****' card
Gang saggin' down century
Everybody favorite neighborhood star
Used to pull up in a bucket like a brand-new Bentley
Can't loose I'm a ten duece streeted
My cee day, I got a brand-new heater
On my own, I don't really do features
So ride for me, baby, like a two-seater, yeah
Written by: Tevita Vaka
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