Stove God Cooks, Elcamino, Rick Hyde, Black Soprano Family - 297 Parkside lyrics
[Stove God Cooks, Elcamino, Rick Hyde, Black Soprano Family - 297 Parkside lyrics]
We are different people, different races
Different aspirations, different places
I made the block on my own
Nobody taught me a thing
My house wasn't a home
My whip wasn't a Wraith
My kicks wasn't the Js all I had was a gun
I'm still stuck in my ways
I'm always smokin' a blunt
I'm always holdin' a gun
I've always been the nigga to give
The people what they want, uh
Bein' broke made me humble
Now I got no choice but to stunt
I stayed down on my ten so long
I fucked up my ones i coulda been had an M
But I was young and was dumb
Spending more than I made
That's how I fucked up my onеs
I done stacked up a fortune I could
Givе to my sons and my daughter
How could I fall off when I'm
Walkin' on water in Timbs? Ridin' around
Listenin' to myself in the Benz
I remember when I didn't have a quarter
Now I'm a six-figure nigga
I work out in Diadoras
Survival of the fittest
I'm a lion in the forest
Shootin' dice with the killers
From the streets, now we corporate
Still got pounds for the low
But that's just a nail in the coffin
Still keep one in the head and I
Leave the rest in the cartridge
We used to run the streets, now we rich
So we be joggin'
We been bangin' 'Kiss
Screamin' "We gon' make it"
We measure your success by the
Size of your spaceship
Started with an ounce
Now we cookin' like eighty-six
How we go from an
Ounce to whippin' eighty-six?
Hope they don't come for me
These just wishful thoughts
We had bricks in the door
We had bricks in the door
Now we got skyboxes and seats on the floor
I hope they don't come for me, no, no, no
I pray they don't come knockin' on no door
We had bricks in the door
I pray they don't come for us
I'ma be fresh as hell if the feds watchin'
Cookin' in my gallery
Turnin' what I love into a salary
Some niggas switched sides
In that same moment
Would've became casualties lesson learned
You just gotta let it burn like calories
We was young thuggin', dirt pluggin'
Didn't really earn nothin'
My first dozen only got me eight
Like Kirk Cousins
Once I figured out my issues
It was numbers for the whole summer
Gave this one nigga a tester
He put his whole thumb in
Ten, eleven shots with the switch on
I was the sole runner
Taggin' shit, but this ain't a pedicure
Get your toes done up
Lamar Jack, make you go zone, nigga
Fall back this rap shit like my bitch
When we text fight, all caps
My homies got they spot like a Apple Store
All MACs
I just come collect what I'm askin' for
All stacks
I missed the plug call while recordin'
I pray he call back
Black Soprano Family or nothin', nigga
That's all facts
We been bangin' 'Kiss
Screamin' "We gon' make it"
(We gon' make it, uh, yeah)
We measure your success by the
Size of your spaceship
Started with an ounce
Now we cookin' like eighty-six
How we go from an
Ounce to whippin' eighty-six?
Hope they don't come for me
These just wishful thoughts
We had bricks in the door
We had bricks in the door
Now we got skyboxes and seats on the floor
I hope they don't come for me, no, no, no
I pray they don't come knockin' on no door
We had bricks in the door
I pray they don't come for us
Different aspirations, different places
I made the block on my own
Nobody taught me a thing
My house wasn't a home
My whip wasn't a Wraith
My kicks wasn't the Js all I had was a gun
I'm still stuck in my ways
I'm always smokin' a blunt
I'm always holdin' a gun
I've always been the nigga to give
The people what they want, uh
Bein' broke made me humble
Now I got no choice but to stunt
I stayed down on my ten so long
I fucked up my ones i coulda been had an M
But I was young and was dumb
Spending more than I made
That's how I fucked up my onеs
I done stacked up a fortune I could
Givе to my sons and my daughter
How could I fall off when I'm
Walkin' on water in Timbs? Ridin' around
Listenin' to myself in the Benz
I remember when I didn't have a quarter
Now I'm a six-figure nigga
I work out in Diadoras
Survival of the fittest
I'm a lion in the forest
Shootin' dice with the killers
From the streets, now we corporate
Still got pounds for the low
But that's just a nail in the coffin
Still keep one in the head and I
Leave the rest in the cartridge
We used to run the streets, now we rich
So we be joggin'
We been bangin' 'Kiss
Screamin' "We gon' make it"
We measure your success by the
Size of your spaceship
Started with an ounce
Now we cookin' like eighty-six
How we go from an
Ounce to whippin' eighty-six?
Hope they don't come for me
These just wishful thoughts
We had bricks in the door
We had bricks in the door
Now we got skyboxes and seats on the floor
I hope they don't come for me, no, no, no
I pray they don't come knockin' on no door
We had bricks in the door
I pray they don't come for us
I'ma be fresh as hell if the feds watchin'
Cookin' in my gallery
Turnin' what I love into a salary
Some niggas switched sides
In that same moment
Would've became casualties lesson learned
You just gotta let it burn like calories
We was young thuggin', dirt pluggin'
Didn't really earn nothin'
My first dozen only got me eight
Like Kirk Cousins
Once I figured out my issues
It was numbers for the whole summer
Gave this one nigga a tester
He put his whole thumb in
Ten, eleven shots with the switch on
I was the sole runner
Taggin' shit, but this ain't a pedicure
Get your toes done up
Lamar Jack, make you go zone, nigga
Fall back this rap shit like my bitch
When we text fight, all caps
My homies got they spot like a Apple Store
All MACs
I just come collect what I'm askin' for
All stacks
I missed the plug call while recordin'
I pray he call back
Black Soprano Family or nothin', nigga
That's all facts
We been bangin' 'Kiss
Screamin' "We gon' make it"
(We gon' make it, uh, yeah)
We measure your success by the
Size of your spaceship
Started with an ounce
Now we cookin' like eighty-six
How we go from an
Ounce to whippin' eighty-six?
Hope they don't come for me
These just wishful thoughts
We had bricks in the door
We had bricks in the door
Now we got skyboxes and seats on the floor
I hope they don't come for me, no, no, no
I pray they don't come knockin' on no door
We had bricks in the door
I pray they don't come for us