Rich The Factor feat. Bre The 1st Lady - Understand Lyrics

Lyrics Understand - Bre the 1st Lady , Rich The Factor




Uh, can't get on my level, I'm hella levels up
Precious metals on my wrist, got my medals tucked
Twin rockets, twenty bands in my well pockets
Business man, no deal if I can't profit
Can't stop it, I'm a worldwide hood prophet
Jumped off in the game and I turned into the town topic
Kept it lit like the grill down at Town Topic
Got a plug, got the whole downtown poppin'
Cops killed the plug Johnny, he was cakin', nigga
When he pulled up, the club start shakin', nigga
Early nineties he pulled up at the
He the reason why a nigga touched his first key
Now thirty for a brick, twelve hundred for a zip
Then he got killed, I had to take my first trip
Touched down with a half a chicken, first rib
Jumped off the bus, bird plus by the third trip
By the end of the year, I caught four of 'em
And I'll never forget 'em, I got love for 'em
And my nigga had an NBA three shot
Signed to the streets, gettin' NBA street guap
When you see as much as I've seen
When you've walked a mile inside my shoes
Won't you holler at me?
If you lived the life I've lived
Tell me would you understand?
These wannabes in the streets, they got the game twisted
Killin' lil' kids on a dummy drive-by mission
My homie's son was only four, why he had to go?
Fuck the other shit my nigga did for the North Pole
A stray bullet took his son away from a dude
I'ma round up some killers and then slide through
That's how I felt 'cause my homies lost, heartfelt
In the north side of town, that's where my heart's at
Life's changin', got these pussy niggas gangbangin'
No straps, just a strap, lil' pants hangin'
Hope they ass turn fag in them level fives
On God, I hate to see the devil thrive
So I pray to God, hope to see better days
Now it's two more kids dead from a couple strays
They never hit who they came for, they lane broke
Streets scary and runnin', call it a gang war
Then they run to the internet gangbangin'
I can't believe how much this fuckin' game changin'
No hustlers, just some wannabe killers left
All across the globe, just a few real niggas left
When you see as much as I've seen
When you've walked a mile inside my shoes
Won't you holler at me?
If you lived the life I've lived
Tell me would you understand?



Writer(s): Teddy Geiger, Scott Harris Friedman, Shawn Mendes, Geoffrey Elliott Warburton



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