BiC Fizzle - Chief lyrics

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Seem like the hard time be the worst time
But it be the best
The struggle bring the hustle out you
You gon' grind or you gon' stress?
You on the block, if you get locked
Then who gon' pay for mom dukes rent?
But, you're under tint
Tryna spin on whoever dissed
And I been workin' hard just so
Pop can quit his job
Buy my sister that business
Start her own hair salon
Put my brother in that Bentley 'cause
We slept on bunks together
Conversation 'bout the struggle
Tellin' me it's gon' get better
Hot as hell, no air
Conditioner, mom dukes like
"Let up the window"
Why my people crossing bridges just to
Get us shit for Christmas?
Everybody wanna stay with us
But don't know how we livin'
'Fore we went to bed hungry
Mom dukes did and we didn't
And I'ma pay you back i'm in the city now
Gettin' trailed around by seven 'Lacs
And them members real close with
All them dirty straps he done went too far
It ain't no way we ever squashing that
It's overkill, we walking over dude
So ain't no coming back

Ayy, as a kid
I always knew I'd be rich as fuck
Wanted to be like the D
Boys I seen growing up
Pullin' up big wheels on an old
School or a Caddy truck handing out money
Look at me doin' that same stuff
Time be flyin'
Can't believe how fast I growed up
Wouldn't understand this shit the wicked
Streets had showed us
Six had hit me from the brick like, "Cause
Keep goin' up
Stick to that music, run it up
The block forever stuck"
Told him I'm thuggin', if they play
Then I'll be in there
'Cause ain't no question, when it's time
You know I'm slidin' can't help it, ma
I'm a product of my environment
You stop that car
I bet I'll fuck up your alignment
Yeah, it's been a good day
Just ran across a dirty Drac'
A couple thousand in my pocket
I can give away here go the play
Hit up that boy and throw that bitch away
Don't send no threats, sit back and chill
Just better not fuckin' play
Been gettin' my mind right
You know I'ma pop out when that time right
In car like a solider
I'ma step up in that limelight
Ma had always told me
"Don't be cryin' when it's your time"
You can't do no time, better
No go commit no crimes, boy"
My life like a movie, these
Ain't just no fuckin' rhymes, boy
I ain't nothing to be played
With, go'n and try
I'll blow your mind for it
So either way my people stay
Pray to see them better days
It rained, then cleared up, then it rained
Then went back away (Ayy)

Seem like the hard time be the worst time
But it be the best
The struggle bring the hustle out you
You gon' grind or you gon' stress?
You on the block, if you get locked
Then who gon' pay for mom dukes rent?
But, you're under tint
Tryna spin on whoever dissed
And I been workin' hard just so
Pop can quit his job
Buy my sister that business
Start her own hair salon
Put my brother in that Bentley 'cause
We slept on bunks together
Conversation 'bout the struggle
Tellin' me it's gon' get better
Hot as hell, no air
Conditioner, mom dukes like
"Let up the window"
Why my people crossing bridges just to
Get us shit for Christmas?
Everybody wanna stay with us
But don't know how we livin'
'Fore we went to bed hungry
Mom dukes did and we didn't
And I'ma pay you back i'm in the city now
Gettin' trailed around by seven 'Lacs
And them members real close with
All them dirty straps he done went too far
It ain't no way we ever squashing that
It's overkill, we walking over dude
So ain't no coming back

It's overkill, we walking over dude
So ain't no coming back