Young Scooter - What Happened To Me lyrics
[Young Scooter - What Happened To Me lyrics]
Same old shit, ain't a damn thing changed
Colombia was a hit, salute Ross and Birdman
And Gucci, but I got more bricks, nigga
Plus I oversee, every brick in zone six
Nigga i can get the way I'm at
And go overseas and get 'em
I make all kind of juugs
I'm a real quick flipper
Why should I do straight business when
The world full of snitches
Other rappers misguide you, but I'm out here
Nigga and rap shit flop the streets
You goin' right back in 'em
That's why I never love the block
I keep it real my nigga
You can't sell dope forever
But you can If you're smart
Most niggas too greedy
Couldn't play their part
My school teacher wanna know
What happened to me
My grand mom wanna know what happened to me
My baby momma wanna know what happened to me
My life ain't been the same
Since I touched these streets
I can't come home, I gotta
Keep grindin', keep hustlin', juug!
They banked up, take them bricks
They on the way
I've sold all these drugs
All my momma keep stressin'
She listen to the music
Say I'm finessin' and flexin'
Ask me why I buy this
Rolex and high-priced necklace
She don't understand this life
I'm delieverin' a message damn momma
You don't know the streets dependin' on me
My grandma cryin' every day
She worry 'bout me
Some niggas shot up the house
But they be dead within a week
I heard Young Scooter rap
But they don't know streets
I don't walk in every club
I do nothing for free
Keep them shooters with me
I know these niggas plottin' on me
Finesse king, I see through robbery
Rap about so much dope, they try to charge me
Real street nigga, ain't no flowers
In me, Black Migo Gang, we count up checks
Juug! Juug!
Colombia was a hit, salute Ross and Birdman
And Gucci, but I got more bricks, nigga
Plus I oversee, every brick in zone six
Nigga i can get the way I'm at
And go overseas and get 'em
I make all kind of juugs
I'm a real quick flipper
Why should I do straight business when
The world full of snitches
Other rappers misguide you, but I'm out here
Nigga and rap shit flop the streets
You goin' right back in 'em
That's why I never love the block
I keep it real my nigga
You can't sell dope forever
But you can If you're smart
Most niggas too greedy
Couldn't play their part
My school teacher wanna know
What happened to me
My grand mom wanna know what happened to me
My baby momma wanna know what happened to me
My life ain't been the same
Since I touched these streets
I can't come home, I gotta
Keep grindin', keep hustlin', juug!
They banked up, take them bricks
They on the way
I've sold all these drugs
All my momma keep stressin'
She listen to the music
Say I'm finessin' and flexin'
Ask me why I buy this
Rolex and high-priced necklace
She don't understand this life
I'm delieverin' a message damn momma
You don't know the streets dependin' on me
My grandma cryin' every day
She worry 'bout me
Some niggas shot up the house
But they be dead within a week
I heard Young Scooter rap
But they don't know streets
I don't walk in every club
I do nothing for free
Keep them shooters with me
I know these niggas plottin' on me
Finesse king, I see through robbery
Rap about so much dope, they try to charge me
Real street nigga, ain't no flowers
In me, Black Migo Gang, we count up checks
Juug! Juug!