187Ky - Do It Then (feat. Kae State & Tru Story)

(Hood rich)
(Little shit)
Uh
(Do it then, let's do it then)
My mama moved me out the hood when I was young
I chose my path, letting the streetlights catch me home
I roamed at night
Nowadays we can't get along
My daughter wondering why she can't come home
And only met her brother once
Heard my baby mama spiking shit up in her arms
Not in a million years, I'd think that this be how it go on
Trying to hold on to my dreams all while watching people go wrong
Saying "So Long's", this is more than making dope songs
Man I been going through some things (through some things)
Feel like I been getting immune to pain (immune to pain)
Friday, my little bro just blew his brains (he blew his brains)
It might sound crazy but I understand (I understand, I'm like)
If we gone do it, then let's do it then
I'd rather die out on the road than in my hood still
I want them M's, I want them B's
Fuck being hood rich
'Cause I can't be living and dying for no little shit (little shit)
If we gone do it, then let's do it then
I'd rather die out on the road than in my hood still
I want them M's, I want them B's
Fuck being hood rich
'Cause I can't be living and dying for no little shit (little shit)
One (one) eight (eight) seven (seven) yeah
Swear why y'all wanna see me fail, than prevail
Niggaz catch a case and go to jail, and they'll tell
And still got to do that time and that ain't sitting well (Nope)
And they sitting still (Yep)
And time is sitting still (Right)
Well shit, oh well (Hanh)
I push my niggaz to do better (Come on)
And we always bumping heads
I'd rather me and you fuss and fight (That's right)
Than to see you dead (Come on)
Too many niggaz dying over petty shit (Ay)
It's so much money out here in these streets to get (Right)
That's what really ain't making sense
(That's what really ain't making sense) (Ay ay ay yeah)
But please don't throw dirt on my name or use it in vain (hunh)
Nigga I am still the same (Right) and I aint changed (Nope)
Let's just hit the road bro (Come on) Hop off these planes (Right)
I'm trying to live life and forget 'bout this pain (ay ay yeah yeah yeah ay)
Man I been going through some things (through some things)
Feel like I been getting immune to pain (immune to pain)
Friday, my little bro just blew his brains (he blew his brains)
It might sound crazy but I understand (I understand, I'm like)
If we gone do it, then let's do it then
I'd rather die out on the road than in my hood still
I want them M's, I want them B's
Fuck being hood rich
'Cause I can't be living and dying for no little shit (little shit)
If we gone do it, then let's do it then
I'd rather die out on the road than in my hood still
I want them M's, I want them B's
Fuck being hood rich
'Cause I can't be living and dying for no little shit (little shit)
Yeah
Tru Story
Ungh
Never seen pain til I looked in my mama eyes
Father swimming in liquor, and I ain't far behind
Like, why am I still here
And everyone close to me dying
If it wasn't for these kids, I swear I'd have gave up trying
A long time ago (time ago)
Father forgive, Lord, rest his soul
'Cause I don't want to hurt no more (Hurt no more)
Yeah and I don't wanna lie to you
I don't want to die tomorrow and leave my son blind to it
So keep that Bankroll Fresh 'cause this shit's a dirty game
It's so many options in these streets now, just to ease the pain
Keep your eye on the prize, but I swear you gone take some turns
And they probably gone try and kill you
But I'ma make them earn it for real
If we gone do it, then let's do it then
I'd rather die out on the road than in my hood still
I want them M's, I want them B's
Fuck being hood rich
'Cause I can't be living and dying for no little shit (little shit)
If we gone do it, then let's do it then
I'd rather die out on the road than in my hood still
I want them M's, I want them B's
Fuck being hood rich
'Cause I can't be living and dying for no little shit (little shit)

Written by:
Antwon Faulkner, Kevin Mason, Ora Chapman

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