Lil Tweak - What You Know

What you know about me
What you know about having to trap to eat
Gotta work cant get shit for free
Only thing I could rely on was the streets
Same dirty outfit same old jeans
Dirt marks and holes on all my tee
Tank running low my shit on E
Trynna come from down they know thats tweak nigga

And i cant go out like these niggas
Cant play them close gotta watch my rear now a days gotta peep niggas
Cant fit my shoes or take my steps this shit get deep nigga
Ask about my road to now that shit real steep nigga

Say my grace
Been hustling all my life I need a break
Unidentified when them killers slide they gone leave no face
Handguns solve em aint taking no offers revolvers dont leave no trace
Mask up leave no case

Different breed so no
I aint cut from the same cloth nor with the same scissors
Jumped off the porch then by 8th grade
Some of my niggas was already bussing them triggers
Young niggas wasnt for nothing
No fucks about bussing you want it like fuck it a hit ya
O died when I was young
And they I forget I was young but I really remember
Alot of deep scars from my past trying patch up the wounds
I was scarred all the pain I remember
Everyday wake up go get it go take care of business
The 1st all the way to december
I remember sleepless nights in the streets
Not seeing fam for a while all I had was my niggas
Mission to getting this money to care
My aunty my momma my brudda and sister

Broke bread when I was hungry
Dark nights at times it get so lonely
Pop out keep it on me
Give trust let niggas disappoint me
Hurt my heart i had to fallout with some old homies
We might twist and bend aint never think they a fold on me

Gotta stay off drugs to ease the pain it only been getting worse
Lost both my bruddas same night felt like my days was cursed
Still hope for better days though I have no intents on going to church
7 days im hustling before i beg to go in some bitch purse

Been running with them street vibes feel like im blocking blessings
They left ty drill dead on that ground ever since in peace they resting
God give his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers I accept the testing
Was running wild hardhead but thankful from how i learned from lessons
Keep a wesson
10 on me right now I keep these niggas checkings
I aint drop for a lil min just been a slow progression
Deep depression
Off drugs the only thing help to keep from stressing
Money calls all day more benji's I just keep collecting

It hurt that O gone and I'll never get em back
Stuck ina trap
Whats the odds of a young nigga trynna make it out he black
Pour some act
Watching my uncle get high in my face like i aint know its crack
Empty stomach
Still popout ina hood where i felt love and i stayed bummy nigga

Written by:
Izaraa Bowens

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