King Smuve - Havin' Nun

A lot of niggas aint gone understand where you come from
You gotta paint a picture for 'em, you dig
2100
I grew up in the trenches
I remember havin nothin
All these siblings depend on me
Nobody gave me nothin, yeah
All this anger and frustration built up
I done seen too much shit
Ran up a sack
Ain't no way I'm going back
To havin nothin, yea yea yeah
Ever been stressed or been broke
Ever had to go and get it on your own
Release date from your love ones
They need money on they phones
They'on understand that you homeless
Probably aint ate and you hungry
They hate to hear us tell 'em no
But we hate to see these due notice
It be a lot of that, that's where I'm from
Ain't no stopping me
I'm going hard that's how I come
I blow trumpet on these niggas
While going extra dumb
Aint gone help you run it up
But they gone ask for some, yeah yeah
They say scared money don't make nun
Turn my last dollar into 8 sum
Make a whole pie from a crumb
Blac Youngsta Ima shake somethin
When shit get hard Ima take sum
Fuck chasing bitches we chase this money
I come from a block where we built this hunger
I remember when a nigga had nun, yeah yeah
I grew up in the trenches
I remember havin nothin
All these siblings depend on me
Nobody gave me nothin, yeah
All this anger and frustration build up
I done seen too much shit
Ran up a sack
Ain't no way I'm going back
To havin nothin, yea yea yeah
I grew up in the trenches
I remember havin nothin'
I remember havin nothin'
I remember havin nothin'
Yeah
I remember havin'
Nightmare from a day of trapin'
Paranoid watching all traffic
Dead broke but had to make it happen
I did
Ain attend school so it a lot of shit that I missed
I was out trapin trapin tryna get it get it like this
I'm on one
Westside nigga, yeah zone 1
Run up a bag you want something
Ion back down from no one
I'm from the slum, the trenches, the dirty
I drop birds off then we skirt
You wanna make money can't be nervous
When 12 watching we keep on workin
Where I'm from
All they taught us was sex money murda
Never tell on bros you know the code be Omertà
Where you said you from
Nobody seen never heard of ya
Yeah you might have work but
Ain't nobody serving ya
You wouldn't make it around these parts
This shit get real
Might have PO's with not jobs
So we go steal
Violating you know it is what it is
Tired of waiting so we go get it how we live
I grew up in the trenches
I remember havin nothin
All these siblings depend on me
Nobody gave me nothin, yeah
All this anger and frustration build up
I done seen too much shit
Ran up a sack
Ain't no way I'm going back
To havin nothin, yea yea yeah
I grew up in the trenches
I remember havin nothin
All these siblings depend on me
Nobody gave me nothin, yeah
I grew up in the trenches
I remember havin nothin
I remember havin nothin
Yeah, Aye

Written by:
Edwin Wilson

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