Lyrics Backcreek - Jalen Santoy

Mama say I need a job (ah hell not again)
Man, mans got robbed (ah hell not again)
Now I gotta do this job (ah hell not again)

I'm about to bust in with a pair of two Cubans we goin'
Shootin' I take the rollie "give me the loot, give me the loot"
Mind frames to own shoot
Can't be no flexing ass nigga up in the crew
I'm one of you
Bang! Bang! Ain't 'bout to boogie
I'm gone sit up on the roof
Let them niggas bring that scope out
Throw fingers while we [?]

Bang!
I go [?] I'm like messy I can't do no wrong
She be flexing, know she checking
Know she heard the song
I don't mind it I prefer it I just play along
I go skrrt skrrt skrrt go back where I belong
I ain't got time for the old me
Now days I gotta get the bag and that only
Hate what I dream them niggas so me
You ain't gotta know me but you know that god chose me(Yeah)
Believe you do exist (well, well)
Any given Sunday coming through with hits
(Bang)

Changed my life
I done earned my stripes
I deserve this life
I need my out right
I got only one life
I done paid my dues
(Yeah, yeah, yeah,)
Change things for the culture we just bring mine soon

Now they wanna
Pull up, pull up, pull up
(Paid my dues)
Coz pockets looking
For love, for love, for love
(Paid my dues)
Now pockets looking
For love, for love, for love
(Swerving through these) yeah yeah yeah
(Got me swerving through these backstreets
Wrong side of the tracks you on Backcreek)
Now pockets looking
For love, for love, for love
(Swerving through these) yeah yeah yeah
(Got me swerving through these backstreets
Wrong side of the tracks you on Backcreek)
(Creek, creek, creek, creek, creek, creek)
(Creek, creek, creek, creek, creek, creek)
(Creek, creek, creek, creek, creek, creek)