paroles de chanson Intro - Ill Will

I ain't have shit
Not a dollar
Just a dream out here trying get rich
I was always told that I wouldn't be nothing
Now I look back on how funny life is
Tables do turn
Gotta stay firm
They had they chance
You just waiting on yours
I stayed up late nights in hallways with guns
Back against the wall
Living life on the run
That shit not fun
I never really understood
How they always talking bout man these streets don't love us
Man I love my hood
It ain't these streets
It's the people in it
Man shit fucked up
Gotta go an get ya own
Gotta get it how you know
Everybody don't luck up
Get jammed don't fold
Don't break our code
It's the mold that made us
N be snaking and telling
They fake and it's showing
Cause time finally set in
Broke and still stuck in the hood
So if they ain't buying it
N they selling
Labels ain't calling
Unless you go all in
So yo soul
Is you tryin sell it
I stacked up them benjamins
Pulled up to Murda to crib
Look here bro I need a session
Thank Lord 4 my blessings
Told'em on God's plan it's Gods Plan
I guess they didn't get the message
Had to put my grind over everything
Other pplz problems had me stressing
You can't stop this shit 4 nothing
I feel it coming Blessings Blessings
Thank the Lord on the lay down and wake up/
Go and get that Money
Fuck the extras
Got that pack ain't look back that's on everything
Man I don't do this for nothing
Fell in love wit the hustle brought wedding ring
Bitch they don't wanna see me stunting
When it came to the block
I'm out every day
Man iLLy round here prolly puffin
Tired of hustlin n that's on ayyethang
But no one round you hungry
I just gotta get the MONEY
Tired of hustlin n that's on ayyethang
But no one round you hungry
I just gotta get the MONEY
Fell in love wit the hustle brought wedding ring
Bitch they don't wanna see me stunting
I said when it's time
Don't you waste no time
Just get on ya grind
Get the Money
Cause people lie
I still don't know why
Oh they broke
Now they looking funny
Grindin Grindin
Smoking bomb weed
Who'd ever thought I see them palm trees
Laid back in that calm breeze
Apple don't fall far from the tree
I was broke I had to run it up
No elevators
We was running up
Pissy staircases wit them funds on us
SOOWOOPIN with our guns on us
You can't tell me shit about it
You ain't really bout it
N you already know
N switch sets like they switch chicks
Cause I can't even say the clothes
When you was running round acting like it
We was really out here screaming 4z
You gon respect it and I know
Real onez RUSPEKT me that's 4sho
If you say you bout it
Show me that you bout it
Go ahead and take that trip alone
I was Pouring Henney smoking strong
With the the real ones that be putting on
I ain't with the false banging n
Fuck you claiming n
That shit wrong
I ain't saying you ain't real n
Just tap in with the ones who put on
Norffs Up to my relliz
Worldwide on the daily
Got that pack aint look back that's on ayythang
So what the fuck can a broke n tell me