DJ Drama, T.I., Willie the Kid, Lloyd - No More lyrics
DJ Drama [Tyree Cinque Simmons] Philadelphia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[DJ Drama, T.I., Willie the Kid, Lloyd - No More lyrics]
Yeah, Willie The Kid
Bright lights, street lights
Summertime in apartment 409
Had to clean up the kitchen with 409
It was cookin' up work
While my granny at work
My big cuz, he ain't understand me at first
The court room or the casket i'm like dude
Either way you need cash and a nice suit
The street lights where I found my strength
Be with four rich men and you
Bound to be the fifth let's go
I lost my daddy at a early age
Told my mama, don't cry for me
If I trade tomorrow in for yesterday
Oh, how much different my life would be
But that's in my dreams, back to reality
Tryna get outta these street lights
So I won't have to live this street life
No more, no more no more, no more, no
Just gotta learn to deal with problems
If you're young and from slum with no father
Got killed when you was little
Still got mama she tried to tell him go
To school but why bother
When gettin' paid is the only
Way to solve 'em
Seems the stars get farther and farther
Out of my reach, out of these streets
Will they ever make it big?
'Cause, I lost my daddy at a early age
Told my mama, don't cry for me
If I trade tomorrow in for yesterday
Oh, how much different my life would be
But that's in my dreams, back to reality
Tryna get outta these street lights
So I won't have to live this street life
No more, no more no more, no more, no
I ain't ashamed to say that I shed a tear
Thinkin' 'bout my dad, I wish I had him back
I'd give up everythin' just to have him here
After this storm and rain I have no fear
Gotta keep holdin' on, hold my head up strong
I know it won't be long
I'm livin' for the moment
Until we'll be together again, fo real
If I could turn that to this
Surely you could turn this to that
Hey, I was born with the hustle
Never been a sucka daddy wasn't in the crib
That made me tougher
Momma struggled with the bills
That made me stuff up
Powder in a sack which made me dumber
Now I'm standin' on the corner
Bag full of marijuana, crack
Pistol in my pocket for
Anybody who disrespect
In the trap chillin' where robbers
And killers kick it at
My arms up in the feds for ten
They say I'm goin' in
Ha, bet that I'm a stretch that
Backish to this rappers
Show these niggas what I'm best at
Get a lil' check, flip it and invest that
Years later, oh now you see what my heads at
Like meals chasers
We be everywhere the bread at
You keep on hatin'
You'll be layin' where the dead at
You rappers suckers
You can tell them that I said that
If nothin' else but the hustle
You gon' respect that
I lost my daddy at a early age
Told my mama, don't cry for me
If I trade tomorrow in for yesterday
Oh, how much different my life would be
But that's in my dreams, back to reality
Tryna get outta these street lights
So I won't have to live this street life
No more, no more no more, no more, no
Guess this is my life and
I wanna live it right
I don't wanna run the streets no more, no
Guess this is my life and
I wanna live it right
I don't wanna run the streets no more, no
Bright lights, street lights
Summertime in apartment 409
Had to clean up the kitchen with 409
It was cookin' up work
While my granny at work
My big cuz, he ain't understand me at first
The court room or the casket i'm like dude
Either way you need cash and a nice suit
The street lights where I found my strength
Be with four rich men and you
Bound to be the fifth let's go
I lost my daddy at a early age
Told my mama, don't cry for me
If I trade tomorrow in for yesterday
Oh, how much different my life would be
But that's in my dreams, back to reality
Tryna get outta these street lights
So I won't have to live this street life
No more, no more no more, no more, no
Just gotta learn to deal with problems
If you're young and from slum with no father
Got killed when you was little
Still got mama she tried to tell him go
To school but why bother
When gettin' paid is the only
Way to solve 'em
Seems the stars get farther and farther
Out of my reach, out of these streets
Will they ever make it big?
'Cause, I lost my daddy at a early age
Told my mama, don't cry for me
If I trade tomorrow in for yesterday
Oh, how much different my life would be
But that's in my dreams, back to reality
Tryna get outta these street lights
So I won't have to live this street life
No more, no more no more, no more, no
I ain't ashamed to say that I shed a tear
Thinkin' 'bout my dad, I wish I had him back
I'd give up everythin' just to have him here
After this storm and rain I have no fear
Gotta keep holdin' on, hold my head up strong
I know it won't be long
I'm livin' for the moment
Until we'll be together again, fo real
If I could turn that to this
Surely you could turn this to that
Hey, I was born with the hustle
Never been a sucka daddy wasn't in the crib
That made me tougher
Momma struggled with the bills
That made me stuff up
Powder in a sack which made me dumber
Now I'm standin' on the corner
Bag full of marijuana, crack
Pistol in my pocket for
Anybody who disrespect
In the trap chillin' where robbers
And killers kick it at
My arms up in the feds for ten
They say I'm goin' in
Ha, bet that I'm a stretch that
Backish to this rappers
Show these niggas what I'm best at
Get a lil' check, flip it and invest that
Years later, oh now you see what my heads at
Like meals chasers
We be everywhere the bread at
You keep on hatin'
You'll be layin' where the dead at
You rappers suckers
You can tell them that I said that
If nothin' else but the hustle
You gon' respect that
I lost my daddy at a early age
Told my mama, don't cry for me
If I trade tomorrow in for yesterday
Oh, how much different my life would be
But that's in my dreams, back to reality
Tryna get outta these street lights
So I won't have to live this street life
No more, no more no more, no more, no
Guess this is my life and
I wanna live it right
I don't wanna run the streets no more, no
Guess this is my life and
I wanna live it right
I don't wanna run the streets no more, no