ATL Bama - How I Was Raised
Gotta grind non stop, I need mine off top...That's how I was raised
Southside, I'm from da block, try me, you get dropped...
That's how I was raised
You don't hustle, you don't eat, I, keep it "G"
That's how I was raised
Ain't no love in these streets keep that Glock on me...
Ride by my LONELY
I'm still ridin by my lonesome (lonesome), B.A.M.A got it on em (it's on me)
2 Door Coupe do donuts (scrret), you got out bad, I go nuts (SCHAAH)
I can't wait to roll up (roll up), I can't function sober (uh uh)
The drugs they take me over
You acting like a hoe bra, I ain't never fuck you over (naw)
Never fucked yo baby mama, live by Death B4 Dishonor (BOI)
You never was my potna, never was my brother (uh uh)
Always been snake (snake), you just like a Mamba, witta Kobe cover, unh
Sometimes I be stubborn, don't want talk bout nutn (I don't)
Gotta lot of cousins, you can ask since a youngin I been thuggin, yeah
I know they don't love me (nope), I know they don't trust me (nope)
But they & kiss & hug me cuz they needin something but give em nutn (naw)
Gotta grind non stop, I need mine off top...
That's how I was raised
Southside, I'm from da block, try me, you get dropped...
That's how I was raised
You don't hustle, you don't eat, I, keep it "G"
That's how I was raised
Ain't no love in these streets keep that glock on me...
Ride by my LONELY
Signed to myself, won't sit on no shelf (uh uh)
Awn need yo help (oh no), when I needed you, you was never there (ha)
You was teaching who, you don't OVERSTAND
I believed in you, I look dumb AGAIN, them doors may not open again (naw)
We be friends again, like NEVER
I be dancin with the devil
Every move I make is clever, never settle, know I'm better (I am)
I excel at all endeavors, I hustle thru all the weathers
Corner Store On Wheels CEO, I ain't playin with em (uh uh)
Any, many, miny, mo (mo) I gotta long catalogue (catalogue)
Get real high & write em all, no ghost writers, I'm just raw, aw
Knew it was a trap but I still fucked her raw (Damn)
She disloyal, cut her off, I just shouldn't of fucked AT ALL! (naw)
Gotta grind non stop, I need mine off top...
That's how I was raised
Southside, I'm from da block, try me, you get dropped...
That's how I was raised
You don't hustle, you don't eat, I, keep it "G"
That's how I was raised
Ain't no love in these streets keep that Glock on me...
Ride by my LONELY
Written by:
Antonio Henry
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