Nowadays

歌詞

Used to sleep in the crib, no heat on Put some crates under the bed, just to sleep on Put syrup on my bread, just to eat on Nowadays, look at niggas, we on Yeah Yeah I had to boss my life up Get my change up, had to get my ice up Get my bands up, had to get my mans up For the block, yeah I do it for my fam, yeah Here's a little story bout a nigga named PnB Know a couple pussy niggas thinking bout deleting me I don't give a fuck though, cause I keep that thing with me When them niggas run into me, keep that same energy Came from a broken home, momma, she was never home All our fathers dead and gone, yeah they left us all alone Momma had to sell crack, 'member niggas took her pack Robbed her for a fuckin' sack, now we gotta start from scratch In and out of shelters, felt like God failed us All these fuckin' family members, ain't nobody help us It don't even matter though, we gone be rich one day 'Til then I'm on the block, trappin' up a one-way Niggas talking crazy they don't want no fuckin' gun play I'll pull up on that nigga block, on a Sunday Church day, I'll turn that shit into a hearse day Every time you see me, I be riding with my 30 Every time you see me, I be slidin' with my 30 Give a opp a 42, feel like James Worthy Leave a nigga brains on the side, where the curb be Leave a nigga name on his shirt, like a jersey Opp shit, yeah we pop shit, like a perky Opp's talking all that hot shit but still ain't hurt me Niggas disrespect my brother name we gone murk 'em Slide through they block, we gone do them niggas dirty (yeah) Used to sleep in the crib, no heat on (yeah) Put some crates under the bed, just to sleep on (yeah) Put syrup on my bread, just to eat on (yeah) Nowadays, look at niggas, we on (yeah) Nowadays, look at niggas, we up (yeah) Still ain't comfortable so I ain't got my feet up (yeah) Trap phone jumpin' off the meter (yeah) I need 50K for a feature (yeah) Yeah I had to boss my life up (boss my life up) Get my change up, had to get my ice up (ice) Get my bands up, had to get my mans up (get my mans up) For the block, yeah I do it for my fam (yeah) Do it for the block, can't just do it for my gang (gang) Do it for the squad, yeah you know it's New Lane (skrt) Fuck all these other niggas, oh they so lame Fuck all these rap niggas I'll take one of they chain (gimme that shit) Cause they sweet, yeah them niggas hoes They don't want no smoke I'll pull up to they show with all my bro's, with all these poles Like what's happening? We can get it cracking, we can get it popping We gone fuck them niggas up then we gone run all in they pocket Cause they sweet, yeah them niggas hoes, told yo ass before I ain't nothing like these niggas that be singing to these hoes Cause I be singing and I be trappin and I be riding round with my pole All these lames gone get exposed, I just get it with my woes Used to sleep in the crib, no heat on (with no heat on) Put some crates under the bed, just to sleep on Put syrup on my bread, just to eat on (just to eat on) Nowadays, look at niggas, we on (yeah) Nowadays, look at niggas, we up (yeah) Still ain't comfortable so I ain't got my feet up (yeah) Trap phone jumpin' off the meter (yeah) I need 50K for a feature (yeah) Yeah I had to boss my life up Get my change up, had to get my ice up Get my bands up, had to get my mans up For the block, yeah I do it for my fam, yeah