I’m broker then a bitch and i’m sick and tired
I’m feeling like i’m walking in fire
I’m feelin like i’m jojo dancer before i expire
Can i get rich prior, I’m long beach them bullets wiz by ya
Clappa ain’t a rappa still it spit fire
It ain’t no jobs nobody gets hired, so to escape it
Junkies get higher 6 in the morning hustling on the corner
Tryin to get out that abyss I was born and switch me
With form and rumble in the jungle piss me your gonna get
Mixed with no warning, piss poor got my school clothes
From the thrift store just a ghetto boy like the 5th ward
So i dropped out thinkin this war nigga get yours
Cash over bitches true religion
You see what’s going on through the kitchen
We steppin on crack same drug broke
Your mothers back like the superstition
Me and the boys is sellin poison, Like we 3 members new edition
You said we’ll die or get threw in prison
If i make a song about it who would listen - (Eddie fontane)
I’m walkin down the street nigga broke as fuck
Looking for a deuce tryin to patch up
But the change is lose so as we sit down, no doubt
I was walkin down the street, With my nigga skinny kinny on my side
Bitches passing by, Nigga won’t let a nigga rise so he stuck
That’s why i’m walkin down the street, tryin to catch the bus
Just to catch the train headed to... Tryin to to my thang ’cause
I just can’t stop i can’t stop and it’s real as real as it gets
I struggled for years, Just to breathe in this bitch, so i never forget
Crooked I
Some of us die some got throw in prison I wanna ride for a new position
I wanna make an album about my life but in this music
Business tell me who would listen?
Whatchu wanna hear the truth or fiction?
Petty niggas talkin about they movin shipments luke ups but you bs so your birds
Wouldn’t know what to do with pigeons keep it 100 everytime i rock a beat
And i done it deep from the heart i sleep with a gun i dream about peace
But not the one under the pillow mothafucker glovk 9 rather rock mics put a stop sign
On the block life slingin hot lines, over rock pipes then i got it signed
I’m in the spot light Cl600 silver benz makin love to my dividens
Gettin calls from relatives i never knew it all and niggas
That never been my friends niggas that never been my friends
Eddie Fontane
I was ridin down the street with my top down, got a bad bitch sittin on my side
Rubbin on my thigh, wondering why i’m so mother f*ckin fly
And i smile cause she knows I drop her off pick up one more
Everyday that’s how it goes in every way that’s how it goes
I’m ridin down the street with my nigga skinny kinny on my side
In that black on black lac sittin on them 6's man this money
Shit is addictive, and its real as real as it gets
Its funny how shit flips so fuck you and that bitch i’ll never forget
Never Forget Lyrics, Crooked I Album Lyrics, Crooked I Never Forget Song Lyrics,
I’m feeling like i’m walking in fire
I’m feelin like i’m jojo dancer before i expire
Can i get rich prior, I’m long beach them bullets wiz by ya
Clappa ain’t a rappa still it spit fire
It ain’t no jobs nobody gets hired, so to escape it
Junkies get higher 6 in the morning hustling on the corner
Tryin to get out that abyss I was born and switch me
With form and rumble in the jungle piss me your gonna get
Mixed with no warning, piss poor got my school clothes
From the thrift store just a ghetto boy like the 5th ward
So i dropped out thinkin this war nigga get yours
Cash over bitches true religion
You see what’s going on through the kitchen
We steppin on crack same drug broke
Your mothers back like the superstition
Me and the boys is sellin poison, Like we 3 members new edition
You said we’ll die or get threw in prison
If i make a song about it who would listen - (Eddie fontane)
I’m walkin down the street nigga broke as fuck
Looking for a deuce tryin to patch up
But the change is lose so as we sit down, no doubt
I was walkin down the street, With my nigga skinny kinny on my side
Bitches passing by, Nigga won’t let a nigga rise so he stuck
That’s why i’m walkin down the street, tryin to catch the bus
Just to catch the train headed to... Tryin to to my thang ’cause
I just can’t stop i can’t stop and it’s real as real as it gets
I struggled for years, Just to breathe in this bitch, so i never forget
Crooked I
Some of us die some got throw in prison I wanna ride for a new position
I wanna make an album about my life but in this music
Business tell me who would listen?
Whatchu wanna hear the truth or fiction?
Petty niggas talkin about they movin shipments luke ups but you bs so your birds
Wouldn’t know what to do with pigeons keep it 100 everytime i rock a beat
And i done it deep from the heart i sleep with a gun i dream about peace
But not the one under the pillow mothafucker glovk 9 rather rock mics put a stop sign
On the block life slingin hot lines, over rock pipes then i got it signed
I’m in the spot light Cl600 silver benz makin love to my dividens
Gettin calls from relatives i never knew it all and niggas
That never been my friends niggas that never been my friends
Eddie Fontane
I was ridin down the street with my top down, got a bad bitch sittin on my side
Rubbin on my thigh, wondering why i’m so mother f*ckin fly
And i smile cause she knows I drop her off pick up one more
Everyday that’s how it goes in every way that’s how it goes
I’m ridin down the street with my nigga skinny kinny on my side
In that black on black lac sittin on them 6's man this money
Shit is addictive, and its real as real as it gets
Its funny how shit flips so fuck you and that bitch i’ll never forget
Never Forget Lyrics, Crooked I Album Lyrics, Crooked I Never Forget Song Lyrics,
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