Shy Glizzy - I Come From Nothing lyrics
[Shy Glizzy - I Come From Nothing lyrics]
My hood full of crackheads and hustlers
And we was taught too be tougher then others
Yeah, bitch I come from nothing
Yeah, bitch I come from nothing
My hood full of crackheads and hustlers
And we was taught too be tougher then others
Yeah, bitch I come from nothing
Yeah, bitch I come from nothing
I'm from where niggas don't
Know their mothers they like fuck religion
Brothers killing brothers
My cousin twelve years old and he'll bust ya
Fuck a confession nigga we ain't usher
I been struggling for nineteen
Years and running
I don't think they understand
Where I'm coming from uh, I live by the gun
I might die by the gun
Hold on, I wanna have a son
I might name him Lloyd
Or I might name him Matt
His mother said Devonte
That bitch a hood rat i ain't never free
Bitch, I beez in the trap
I ain't know what to be
So I went straight for the rap
Thirty-Seventh street southeast baby
I've been on these streets ever
Since I was a baby it's loud now
But that regular what raised me
I used to steal dutches out off candy lady
Grandma was on welfare
Every week we get the cheese
Uncle had brick fare but he lived with us
What good was he
I was riding in stolen Jeeps
This is just like last week
Now I'm writing to a beat
Lord have mercy on me
Uhh, I wasn't blessed to be LeBron
I wasn't blessed to have a Micheal Vick arm
Yeah I got good neighbors like State Farm
But I had to alarm them that I stayed armed
Glizzy, why ya'll call that shit the Yo
Cause we will take your money
Take your drugs and take your Ho
Oh, nigga don't act like you didn't know
I been selling drugs since I was 12 years old
Niggas forty, drinking forties
Nine, shooting nines niggas ain't even live
And they already dying fuck the police
They ain't stopping my grind
They gave my niggas fed time
Before they could tell time
I remember my first gun a fucking 380
Hadta to rob a hundred niggas
Man, that shit was too crazy
Used to see my old heads
Pulling up in new Mercedes
Like Mitch told Ace just give me ten days B
And we was taught too be tougher then others
Yeah, bitch I come from nothing
Yeah, bitch I come from nothing
My hood full of crackheads and hustlers
And we was taught too be tougher then others
Yeah, bitch I come from nothing
Yeah, bitch I come from nothing
I'm from where niggas don't
Know their mothers they like fuck religion
Brothers killing brothers
My cousin twelve years old and he'll bust ya
Fuck a confession nigga we ain't usher
I been struggling for nineteen
Years and running
I don't think they understand
Where I'm coming from uh, I live by the gun
I might die by the gun
Hold on, I wanna have a son
I might name him Lloyd
Or I might name him Matt
His mother said Devonte
That bitch a hood rat i ain't never free
Bitch, I beez in the trap
I ain't know what to be
So I went straight for the rap
Thirty-Seventh street southeast baby
I've been on these streets ever
Since I was a baby it's loud now
But that regular what raised me
I used to steal dutches out off candy lady
Grandma was on welfare
Every week we get the cheese
Uncle had brick fare but he lived with us
What good was he
I was riding in stolen Jeeps
This is just like last week
Now I'm writing to a beat
Lord have mercy on me
Uhh, I wasn't blessed to be LeBron
I wasn't blessed to have a Micheal Vick arm
Yeah I got good neighbors like State Farm
But I had to alarm them that I stayed armed
Glizzy, why ya'll call that shit the Yo
Cause we will take your money
Take your drugs and take your Ho
Oh, nigga don't act like you didn't know
I been selling drugs since I was 12 years old
Niggas forty, drinking forties
Nine, shooting nines niggas ain't even live
And they already dying fuck the police
They ain't stopping my grind
They gave my niggas fed time
Before they could tell time
I remember my first gun a fucking 380
Hadta to rob a hundred niggas
Man, that shit was too crazy
Used to see my old heads
Pulling up in new Mercedes
Like Mitch told Ace just give me ten days B