Smooth AQ - Coming Up

Coming up it was tough
Yea it got real rough
Riding around Eastchase
While I smoke a blunt
Thinking about the older days
When the boys was young
Grinding extra hard because
I ain't even have a crumb
Coming up it was tough
Yea it got real rough
Riding around Eastchase
While I smoke a blunt
Thinking about the older days
When the boys was young
Grinding extra hard because
I ain't even have a crumb
I turned that crumb into a chip
Hit that shift then dip
Cash my checks, then flip
I can't be average
Nah I ain't with that shit
Because it don't pay the bills
Just keeps you at stand still
Build me a house up on a hill
And for my mother I'll kill
Held it down for a nigga that's real
Gotta be great
Just to pay her back for real
Won't let up
Had to shift up the gear
Ac unit out the side of the crib
Gas light stove by the sink in the rear
On the east side where it all go down
Cross them train tracks
Nigga you in blood town
This be that 817
Fort Worth raised
But Nigga I ain't settling
This be that 817
You gotta love to hate the hood
Like a deep reverence
I ain't settling naw
I can't settle
I do this shit for Ashlyn Bernard
Hell you talking about
Coming up it was tough
Yea it got real rough
Riding around Eastchase
While I smoke a blunt
Thinking about the older days
When the boys was young
Grinding extra hard because
I ain't even have a crumb
Coming up it was tough
Yea it got real rough
Riding around Eastchase
While I smoke a blunt
Thinking about the older days
When the boys was young
Grinding extra hard because
I ain't even have a crumb
Yea Poverty turned me into a solider
Like I'm on mission
Couple real niggas left in the hood
Just gotta pay attention
I can't stick around to long
Can't end up fighting sentences
As much as I love my hood to death
I won't be their statistic
I want lavish living
And all the baddest women
And imma get that on my own
Ain't have no golden ticket

Written by:
aqerius dickens

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