PnB Rock - Nowadays lyrics

(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 found 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 sliding with my 30
Give a oppa 42, feel like James Worthy
Leave a nigga brains on the sides
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
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 (ice)
Get my bands up, had to 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
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 crackin, we can get it poppin
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 foe
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)