Pettyy - Ave Baby

Concrete
Living in the jungle ain’t no hard week
It’s hard not to meet the end
Harder to make ends meet
Struggle if you ain’t a MC or a athlete
And when you start to see a light they throw you in a backseat
I know niggas with degrees making bank with em
Same niggas keep a toolie on the waist w em
Screaming big south side
We outside
Meet me on the ‘165 and hillside
Where the colli meet the traffic you got trappin’ niggas
And they strapping on the block incase you acting different
Man the ghetto ain’t no place for a weak mind
Don’t want be the wrong place at the right time
In a system set in place for you suffer
So toughen up
City a mutha fuck
Swear this shit is real peep the facts it ain’t a joke
You either be a G about ya bread on be the toast you decide nigga
Crime ridden
Hard living
Got a lot of demons but god willing
Imma see the day when i speak to her & she say
She gon’ tell me everything
She gon’ start all the healing of the
Crime ridden
Hard living
Got a lot of demons but god willing
Imma see the day when i speak to her and she say
My child
Please get on your knees and pray for the people dem
I’m not hard for bitch, bitch I’m just hard
Nasty flow’ll make ya mans pass the aux cord
This saliva spit game crazy
I’m rocky 3 up in the 80’s
I’m cocky but I gets crazy
Listen
Maybe I’m this way cause where I’m from
They screaming forty in the back
If you really from the slums
You rocked that shit cause you can’t have ya momma out here feeling dumb
She worked hard for that shit
You betta body that fit
Nigga
If you from the bricks you keep a shoota at ya hip
If you from the South Rd you was mobbin’ on the 6
If you from the Northside keep 1s high
If you rep Queensbridge nigga you gets by
And when they staring at on the ave its cause
You got a bad bitch, who hood rich
Caught mad licks to get her tips lit
And if you really know whats good for your health
You don’t ever walk backs by yourself
(Forreal)
Always have another way of money coming in
And when you finally coming up now everybody is ya friend
Jamaica, Queens ain’t no place to be stuntin’
‘for you end up with nothing
Hit ya crib now you buggin’
(Damn)
See I never been the type to fuck a nigga for some money
But ill calmly get you lined if you ever moving funny with Pettyy
Say the word and they ready
I gets mad love
From the all the bad bitches and thugs
Ave Baby
Crime ridden
Hard living
Got a lot of demons but god willing
Imma see the day when i speak to her & she say
She gon’ tell me everything
She gon’ start all the healing of the
Crime ridden
Hard living
Got a lot of demons but god willing
Imma see the day when i speak to her and she say
My child
Please get on your knees and pray for the people dem

Written by:
Kiarra Souffront

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