Tayyib Ali - Without a place lyrics
[Tayyib Ali - Without a place lyrics]
Yeah I bet these niggas be sleeping on me
Been laying low cause the
Reaper on me, from twelve twelve skinnies
Whole block hungry, the streets of
Philly man I gotta keep my heater on
Me Lost souls fuck hoes, and leave em' Lonely
Rose gold trynna get my pockets light
Fresh, them lames ain't know that I was next
I do this shit for life and Beyond, haters
Just mad at what I'm doing, and I remember
Times (Without a Place) so I write like all night
Bitch I got a grumble in tummy, and no
They can't grind wit me just
Cause they hungry and the
Music I do this, and everything is true
Just Going hard they can't
Stop me Kawasaki Kamakazi
It's G's riding hard on them bikes
Grew up in Philly living my life and yeah
I made some left turns but it still felt
Right, in them streets some night
Felt asleep uptight (Without A Place)
You could do it all, Just stay up on ya grind
Gotta have the patience, all it takes is time
See nothing but real when you
Look in to my eyes
It's money on my conscious
I'm from the, Slums look how
Far I come, Fourteen years old
Young as carrying guns, one time on patrol
Drawing all on the set
Always knew if I put in the
Work I be the best
And now I'm like whats depress
More hate more sex, old head
Like yeah young bored next
If these niggas in the field
I'm a war vet, ain't saying that
I'm bullet proof but never wore a vest
Reason I spit it cause
It's all I know that I make it out the
Struggle man, it's all I hope see my
Family eat good workin'
We ballin' benefit's notice life
Don't come easy you gotta fiend for it
Rappers barely live what they speaking
Youzie pretend n it
And when I'm the done the
Whole World gonna remember this
Care from the block whole stacks
Chase cheddar and
They Love my presence like
2Pac after coachella nigga
Been laying low cause the
Reaper on me, from twelve twelve skinnies
Whole block hungry, the streets of
Philly man I gotta keep my heater on
Me Lost souls fuck hoes, and leave em' Lonely
Rose gold trynna get my pockets light
Fresh, them lames ain't know that I was next
I do this shit for life and Beyond, haters
Just mad at what I'm doing, and I remember
Times (Without a Place) so I write like all night
Bitch I got a grumble in tummy, and no
They can't grind wit me just
Cause they hungry and the
Music I do this, and everything is true
Just Going hard they can't
Stop me Kawasaki Kamakazi
It's G's riding hard on them bikes
Grew up in Philly living my life and yeah
I made some left turns but it still felt
Right, in them streets some night
Felt asleep uptight (Without A Place)
You could do it all, Just stay up on ya grind
Gotta have the patience, all it takes is time
See nothing but real when you
Look in to my eyes
It's money on my conscious
I'm from the, Slums look how
Far I come, Fourteen years old
Young as carrying guns, one time on patrol
Drawing all on the set
Always knew if I put in the
Work I be the best
And now I'm like whats depress
More hate more sex, old head
Like yeah young bored next
If these niggas in the field
I'm a war vet, ain't saying that
I'm bullet proof but never wore a vest
Reason I spit it cause
It's all I know that I make it out the
Struggle man, it's all I hope see my
Family eat good workin'
We ballin' benefit's notice life
Don't come easy you gotta fiend for it
Rappers barely live what they speaking
Youzie pretend n it
And when I'm the done the
Whole World gonna remember this
Care from the block whole stacks
Chase cheddar and
They Love my presence like
2Pac after coachella nigga