Hey
I was just down bad I was f*cked up
Trying to find my way up out the trenches
Too many f*ck niggas out here dying
Body count prolly f*cking up the census
I was just playing spades with my nigga Dave
Then they caught him lacking in the Bentley
Tears dropping everybody crying meanwhile
We trying to find out who the witness
I got this bad pretty yellow bone
All she know is trap or die like a living
Too many stove tops with a coke pot
Niggas trying to find out who could whip it
It don't even matter money getting made
Ima have to find my way up out the kitchen
Cause too many trap niggas getting caught
Ima have to fly silent with a pigeon
(Hey, take me away, away)
Trap house all a nigga know
Bankrolls gotta stay afloat
Two rings one of em' for wifey
Other for the game
Never trust a hoe
Young nigga came up from the streets
Weed smuggler always pushing P
Playboy always keep it gutta
Always keep it playa
Always keep it G
Ima real street nigga I don't play around
When it's coming down to getting paper
I treat the block like its the casino that's
The closest that I ever been to Vegas
Black jack f*ck that craps four, five, six
Shooting at the table this some real
Motion picture type of shit but this ain't
Nothing that you bouta see on cable
I told my momma I was out the trap
Then I found myself right back licking
I was so wrong but I don't wanna starve
All I'm asking lord is grant me forgiveness
I was just f*cking round selling white
But deep down inside lord you know I miss it
I don't wanna go back but every time i think
About the money lord I start itching
Take me away, take me away
But please don't knock me off of my pivot
I got some real shit going on
That I gotta maintain with my attention
I got a woman that I gotta love
And I got some money that I gotta spend
And I got money that I gotta save
Just in case the lawyer say the case bend
I need freedom
Been riding round with my hammer cause I
Need one
And that's something that you gotta have if you where
We From
Cant be walking round half assing
When these niggas out here blasting
Either you a shooter or you get a casket
I need freedom
Been riding round with my hammer cause I
Need one
And that's something that you gotta have if you where
We From
Cant be walking round half assing
When these niggas out here blasting
Either you a shooter or you get a casket
Take me away, Away
Take me away, Away
Take me away
Take me away yeah
Bloody murder, bloody murder
Choppa flying everybody out here tripping
I know the block hot it's like target practice
But nobody out here missing
I lost some real niggas to the grave line
Everyday lord you know I miss em'
Wish I could bring em' back one mo' time
Just to show em' life wouldn't the issue
If you real nigga gotta stand on it
You ain't bout it nigga put yo man on it
Price tag put a grand on it
Before that Glock nine get his hand on it
We be in the field when its day time
When its night time we be man hunting
In the street life you gotta stand for something
You don't stand for something
You gone stand for nothing
I need freedom
Been riding round with my hammer cause I
Need one
And that's something that you gotta have if you where
We From
Cant be walking round half assing
When these niggas out here blasting
Either you a shooter or you get a casket
I need freedom
Been riding round with my hammer cause I
Need one
And that's something that you gotta have if you where
We From
Can't be walking round half assing
When these niggas out here blasting
Either you a shooter or you get a casket
Take me away, Away
Take me away, Away