Lyrics 12 Stout Street - Gud , Rx Papi

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Real Rx

I used to wake up in my room in the morning
Put on my dirty shoes in the morning
Heard momma crying last night
Think the lights finna go out
Only thing on my mind is hitting a lick
Her nigga in prison for doing some shit
Say I'ma go to prison for doing some shit
Only thing on my mind is booming a bitch

12 Stout Street, I hated that house
I had to learn early on bein' a man about
My momma ain't never buy me shit
I sold drugs and robbed for all my shit
Momma said, "Baby, that was years ago"
"Don't stress about shit that happened years ago"
This shit'd take a bitch years to know
I cried in the cold 'til my tears was froze

I hit a lick to help my momma out
How the fuck my mom the one to kick me out?
How the fuck you gonna send me out to the streets?
How the fuck you gonna say I can't come home to sleep?
How the fuck I come out your pussy and you
Choose your husband like you knew that nigga before me?
How the fuck you gon' turn your back on me?
How the fuck you gon' leave me flat on E?

How you gon' do that knowing they killed my dad?
You supposed to be my mom and my dad
I wish that fucking house would burn down
I couldn't tell you then but shit, I'll tell you now
For so many years, I held it down
I never in my life wanted to sell drugs
I would've been cool with playing games and shit
But instead I'm running with the gang and shit

Robberies done turned into shootings
Your son done did a gang and shit
It'd take a year to explain this shit
We don't stay safe, we stay dangerous
They took my brother, that fucked me up
Perc after perc, they fucking me up
Thousand percs later, still don't do nothing
Shits barely working, they're supposed to make me numb

Had flashbacks to when I was young
Bitches used to laugh and call me a bum
I was with Face, shot my first gun
Before Neo or Jet Li, I was the one
My momma ain't see it but the streets did
Said I wouldn't be shit, streets made me shit
Going through withdrawal, got me sick
I'm stretched back to back, I'm 'bout to flip

Don't look at me funny, you don't know shit 'bout me
Stood on the block with dreams of an Audi
Had a nightmare sleeping in my Audi
A nigga caught me lacking and pulled me out it
Big ass pistol to my mouthpiece
And it happened in front of 12 Stout Street