AceOnda6eat - PBS

What you know bout "PBS" cause you ain't never had no cable
Eating on the floor cause you ain't never had a table
Can't get in the house so now you chilling with the neighbors
Living in my hood we toting straps cause it's gone save "ya'"
I come from the street a pistol might just save yo' life
You know you in the struggle but you out here shooting dice
What you know bout "beanie-weenies" use to mix it with the rice
And if you think the nigga stealing gone head and count it twice
Count it twice you got to check it
And when they owe you money you better put it on a checklist
They can owe you money but they still gone want to bet "bih"
Know a nigga owed me money and he went and bought a necklace
I ain't really fucking with these niggas I ain't fucking with these hoes
Ain't never loyal to a bitch but I stay loyal to my bros
Cause when you loyal to a bitch she gone switch and break the code
But ain't nobody by yo' side once they send you up that road
That's why I keep to myself and I peep
Want a nigga try to play me like I'm not from "G Street"
Hit some petty licks and fuck niggas turned creep
And every nigga in my hood know that pain run deep
"RIP" Jeff, "J3" he the king
Bitch I went and copped a pole and you know I added a beam
And I got a couple hollows that a do the whole team
Bitch I let off one shot I'm a clear the whole scene
What you know bout "PBS" cause you ain't never had no cable
Eating on the floor cause you ain't never had a table
Can't get in the house so now you chilling with neighbors
Living in my hood we toting straps cause it's gone save ya'
I come from the street a pistol might just save yo' life
You know you in the struggle but you out here shooting dice
What you know bout "beanie-weenies" use to mix it with the rice
And if you think the nigga stealing gone head and count it twice
What you know bout "beanie-weenies" fuck the rice I want the chicken
Niggas steady talking got to teach them how to listen
You ain't street, I peep see this what you failed to mention
He ever say he went to jail, he was just capping in detention
I just wanna know why niggas "wanna" be street so bad
Coming up on nineteenth I had bout four dad's
I can name on fifty fingers all the shit I never had
But I want it so I got it had to go get me bag
Fuck it, I'm a gone and make the song cry
"AceOnda6eat" and I'm with it don't try the wrong guy
You ain't really fading you talking better go home guy
And high as fuck you know I'm "finally" get in my zone "na"
After I hit it you got to go and you know that
Staining wit my niggas searching cars I feel like "Bojack"
"RIP" my bro he cut his dreads and grew his "fro" back
I'm just trying to make it off this rapping like I'm Kodak
Ace

Written by:
Ace Jackson

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