Stomper - I Wish It Was Fake (Once Upon A Time In America) lyrics
[Stomper - I Wish It Was Fake Once Upon A Time In America lyrics]
Grew up in the 80’s
Started banging in the nine-O’s
Down for my hood ese banging on my rivals
Hard to survive
I’m running from the five-O’s
South East Los city of winos
My homies dad was a Vietnam veterano
A sick man and he go mad if he hit the bottle
Flashbacks of bloody meat, so he never sleep
He stay up late
He couldn’t take a fucking bad dream
He sat us down
Showed us how to load them AK’s
About the dope game, heroine and cocaine
He said get paid
We’re all born to die anyways
Trust no bitch
Kill a snitch and grind every day
Crime pays and people never change ese
Keep it New, stay true and never fake ese
Took that advice and loved my life
By the things he showed me
And when he died nobody cried
For my big homie
Lord have mercy on my soul
Forgive my mistakes wild child in the game
Trying to learn how to play
Tell you life is a disaster
For a young ghetto blaster
But, I was cool by the master
So I’m coming up faster
And every day is the same
Funerals and court dates
Bow my head and I pray
Ask god to show me the way
Live and breathe it every day
Man I wish it was fake
Shit's real in the field
But how much more can I take?
Well I woke up in the morning
To the sounds of a gunshot
It’s just another dead body
At the fucking one stop
Yellow tape and white sheets
Fill the fucking streets
It’s pouring rain but I still
Feel the fucking heat
It’s always on when you’re living
In a war zone you never fucking up if you’re
Gonna make it whole light my blunt
Take a toke and inhale the smoke
Try no to choke, I’m slowly loading up the 44
Hit the door
Times money up in this drug trade
Import and export, I’m hustling both ways
The game is strange, it never changes
Gotta pay your dues cash rules
But view my status through my tattoos
A gangster’s life is full of fucked
Up pain and peer pressure
There’s no way out, this life or death
It’s all adventure
Church bells and jail cells
Living like a sinner
Ain’t no surrender for a killer
Or a drug dealer
Lord have mercy on my soul
Forgive my mistakes
Hot stakes state to state
I’m out here pushing my weight
Tell you life is a disaster
For a young ghetto blaster
Another day another dollar
Means another disaster
And every day is the same
Funerals and court dates
Homicide G-rides when we retaliate
Live and breathe it every day
Man I wish it was fake
Ride for my homies in the grave
And soldiers behind the cage
I had a tight ass crew
Only the truest of the true
All my G’s pod dues, cause we refuse to lose
Only fuck with the few, a few killers that is
Learn not to slip and never trip and
Shoot em right in the dick
Mind of a lamb on my hip
Cause out here pricks be acting funny
Stack my chips with ese
It’s all about the money
1-8-7’s 2-11’s got all my homeboys caught up
Locked up again back in the pen
Or they get shot up
Rest In Peace to all my G’s who
Gave their lives in the streets
Yellow tape and white sheets, 76 feet deep
Creep creep there’s no retreat
And never no surrender
Down to do whatever’s clever just
To make illegal tender
Can’t forget always remember
How my homeboys love me
Do anything to bring em back
Give up all my fucking money
That’s for real, that’s for Chino, Flaco
Youngster and Bozo
Little Vago, Big Stalks, Trigger
Gunner and Cholo
Lord have mercy on my soul
Forgive my mistakes wild child in the game
Trying to learn how to play
Tell you life is a disaster
For a young ghetto blaster
But, I was cool by the master
So I’m coming up faster
And every day is the same
Funerals and court dates
Bow my head and I pray
Ask god to show me the way
Live and breathe it every day
Man I wish it was fake
Shit's real in the field
But how much more can I take?
New Town that’s where you’re bound
To see the ugliest shit
The SouthEast side homie
Where it pays to be sick
The home of home invasion
The city I was born and raised in
No father so I grew up
To be momma’s hell raiser
Catching cases cause those races can
Be plotting on the block
Wanna put me in a coffin
Found me rolling with the Glock
And haters talking all the time
Dry snitching on mine
Even be dying or crying
I tell you Bozo wasn’t lying
Hoodrats by the plate, must be crazy for that
Or when a snake is on our back
These snakes don’t know how to act
Big Grumps taught me that one and
It stuck in my head
They sent him back to the pen
There goes another good friend
Look how they did my homegirl
Little enemy too
Sniper, Cut, little Speedy, Bubble
Hustling duke
Big Dopes, little spider, Casper
Chico and Drips loco 51-50 must be ghost to
Lord have mercy on my soul
Forgive my mistakes
Hot stakes state to state
I’m out here pushing my weight
Tell you life is a disaster
For a young ghetto blaster
Another day another dollar
Means another disaster
And every day is the same
Funerals and court dates
Homicide G-rides when we retaliate
Live and breathe it every day
Man I wish it was fake
Ride for my homies in the grave
And soldiers behind the cage
Started banging in the nine-O’s
Down for my hood ese banging on my rivals
Hard to survive
I’m running from the five-O’s
South East Los city of winos
My homies dad was a Vietnam veterano
A sick man and he go mad if he hit the bottle
Flashbacks of bloody meat, so he never sleep
He stay up late
He couldn’t take a fucking bad dream
He sat us down
Showed us how to load them AK’s
About the dope game, heroine and cocaine
He said get paid
We’re all born to die anyways
Trust no bitch
Kill a snitch and grind every day
Crime pays and people never change ese
Keep it New, stay true and never fake ese
Took that advice and loved my life
By the things he showed me
And when he died nobody cried
For my big homie
Lord have mercy on my soul
Forgive my mistakes wild child in the game
Trying to learn how to play
Tell you life is a disaster
For a young ghetto blaster
But, I was cool by the master
So I’m coming up faster
And every day is the same
Funerals and court dates
Bow my head and I pray
Ask god to show me the way
Live and breathe it every day
Man I wish it was fake
Shit's real in the field
But how much more can I take?
Well I woke up in the morning
To the sounds of a gunshot
It’s just another dead body
At the fucking one stop
Yellow tape and white sheets
Fill the fucking streets
It’s pouring rain but I still
Feel the fucking heat
It’s always on when you’re living
In a war zone you never fucking up if you’re
Gonna make it whole light my blunt
Take a toke and inhale the smoke
Try no to choke, I’m slowly loading up the 44
Hit the door
Times money up in this drug trade
Import and export, I’m hustling both ways
The game is strange, it never changes
Gotta pay your dues cash rules
But view my status through my tattoos
A gangster’s life is full of fucked
Up pain and peer pressure
There’s no way out, this life or death
It’s all adventure
Church bells and jail cells
Living like a sinner
Ain’t no surrender for a killer
Or a drug dealer
Lord have mercy on my soul
Forgive my mistakes
Hot stakes state to state
I’m out here pushing my weight
Tell you life is a disaster
For a young ghetto blaster
Another day another dollar
Means another disaster
And every day is the same
Funerals and court dates
Homicide G-rides when we retaliate
Live and breathe it every day
Man I wish it was fake
Ride for my homies in the grave
And soldiers behind the cage
I had a tight ass crew
Only the truest of the true
All my G’s pod dues, cause we refuse to lose
Only fuck with the few, a few killers that is
Learn not to slip and never trip and
Shoot em right in the dick
Mind of a lamb on my hip
Cause out here pricks be acting funny
Stack my chips with ese
It’s all about the money
1-8-7’s 2-11’s got all my homeboys caught up
Locked up again back in the pen
Or they get shot up
Rest In Peace to all my G’s who
Gave their lives in the streets
Yellow tape and white sheets, 76 feet deep
Creep creep there’s no retreat
And never no surrender
Down to do whatever’s clever just
To make illegal tender
Can’t forget always remember
How my homeboys love me
Do anything to bring em back
Give up all my fucking money
That’s for real, that’s for Chino, Flaco
Youngster and Bozo
Little Vago, Big Stalks, Trigger
Gunner and Cholo
Lord have mercy on my soul
Forgive my mistakes wild child in the game
Trying to learn how to play
Tell you life is a disaster
For a young ghetto blaster
But, I was cool by the master
So I’m coming up faster
And every day is the same
Funerals and court dates
Bow my head and I pray
Ask god to show me the way
Live and breathe it every day
Man I wish it was fake
Shit's real in the field
But how much more can I take?
New Town that’s where you’re bound
To see the ugliest shit
The SouthEast side homie
Where it pays to be sick
The home of home invasion
The city I was born and raised in
No father so I grew up
To be momma’s hell raiser
Catching cases cause those races can
Be plotting on the block
Wanna put me in a coffin
Found me rolling with the Glock
And haters talking all the time
Dry snitching on mine
Even be dying or crying
I tell you Bozo wasn’t lying
Hoodrats by the plate, must be crazy for that
Or when a snake is on our back
These snakes don’t know how to act
Big Grumps taught me that one and
It stuck in my head
They sent him back to the pen
There goes another good friend
Look how they did my homegirl
Little enemy too
Sniper, Cut, little Speedy, Bubble
Hustling duke
Big Dopes, little spider, Casper
Chico and Drips loco 51-50 must be ghost to
Lord have mercy on my soul
Forgive my mistakes
Hot stakes state to state
I’m out here pushing my weight
Tell you life is a disaster
For a young ghetto blaster
Another day another dollar
Means another disaster
And every day is the same
Funerals and court dates
Homicide G-rides when we retaliate
Live and breathe it every day
Man I wish it was fake
Ride for my homies in the grave
And soldiers behind the cage
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