704chop – Street Poetry Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh-huh
You know we came from nothin’, straight out the dirt with this shit
Yeah

[Verse]
Ain’t shit changed since I got on the road and I stopped f**kin’ with you
Wouldn’t speak the same language since you got that other nigga
Ain’t prayin’ for no angels, need a bankroll, let the money heal me
Carrying all this pain, f**k it, I ain’t gettin’ no demonic spirits
Can’t even post up in the hood, there’s always gon’ be shots fired
Don’t love the opposition, they just hate niggas from my side
My CEO told me, “Stay out the hood,” probably hurt mine
Wish granny was still livin’, she never seen how I turned out
Easy to see the world war when you watching from the birdhouse
Mama ain’t know she raised a star ’til the day they let your son out
If I went there when I started, bet I’m somethin’ now
Came from nothin’, but gave the whole world somethin’ to talk about
Ayy, f**k a room and let that nigga tell him from the horse’s mouth
[?] died April 1st, but it wasn’t nothin’ to laugh about
I heard your cousin killed you, I can’t wait until they let him out
The same ones you grew up with the same ones that take you out
Can’t love these bitches, keep it pimpin’, focus on the paper route
f**ked up, I’m left with all these memories of my dawgs up underground
Some days I feel just like I’m popped, just wanna ball above the rim
Won’t see me down my faith in God, I put all the weight on him
A couple niggas I know died tryna rob to feed their families
John died right in my eyes at 17, I won’t forget it
Who would’ve thought when I got shot it would’ve came from my daddy?
Came from nothing, not what you used to, so I know you don’t understand me
A nigga switch up on the usual, I don’t believe in the text
These niggas stepped up what you do, f**k the hype and probably [?] us
We ain’t friends, I can’t shake your hand ’cause I don’t want your hand
f**k the fake love, get on FaceTime with my daughter and get it genuine
You would think I’m layin’ in a casket, how they feelin’ me?
Anything you ever wanted, ask me, you ain’t gotta steal from me
‘Cause I ain’t got no time for no nigga with her Tennessee
We glow and now they know my name from Italy to Tennessee

[Outro]
Yeah
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