Yeah
Yes, sir
Certified
Paint the city
Street music
DJ Trouble
All my niggas made it out the trap
Ain't no going back, nigga
Yeah, nigga
Yeah
Talk my mind, we rich forever
Made it out the slums, now it's better
*, we good, yo' son, got a lil' cheddar
Motivate the felons
Motivate the kids in the ghetto
Way to 50, point and sit inside that bezel
Gotta do it for the trenches
Do it for them niggas that be gettin'
Went from nothin' to a brightlin' than a rich
Strikers on those sixes
Speed from the cops, talk the glitz
Know it's motion when you gotta wipe the skids
Gotta wipe the kitchen
Gotta ice the pussy, niggas hissin'
Niggas hoes, I see men turnin' to bitches
Ain't dependin' on no nigga
Dependin' on no plug, I gotta get it
I'm with cuz, we them realest niggas in it
Been dug in fed charts, runnin' up a check
That paper comin' fast, I keep runnin' up in sacks
They be talkin' wet, so I just bought a new
Another jack, when that * a takin' two
Can put 200 on your neck
But nigga, ain't no goin' back
Yeah, nigga, ain't no turnin' back
I said, ain't no turnin' back
Yeah, nigga, ain't no turnin' back
Made it out the slums, nigga, ain't no turnin' back
Got it from my mama, nigga, ain't no turnin' back
Had to tell my kids that he can't be goin' back
Pauly's got the hood hot, so he ain't been goin' back
Nigga, ain't no turnin' back
Treat my niggas like my brothers, cuz I'm loyal to them
Bought a watch before her house, cuz that's a trophy
For her, for her, for her
Still ain't never dug no rack, them niggas know we gone
Juttle, if I'm good, we all good, and you can hold me to it
Lookin' like we playin' ball, and we was sellin' packs
Sayin', * the rap gang, cuz they acceptin' racks
We're present down in Roxy Pills just to sell them back
Jump on 75, doin' 90 miles, damn back
Ain't gotta take another risk in the out-of-state
Ain't gotta slam another plug when we out of pay
Took my bitch up out the hood, now we by the lake
Used to cry visitation, now she cryin' race
Yeah, nigga, ain't no turnin' back
Nigga, ain't no turnin' back
I said, ain't no turnin' back
Yeah, nigga, ain't no turnin' back
Headed out to slums, nigga, ain't no turnin' back
Got it for my mama, nigga, ain't no turnin' back
Had to tell my kid that he can't be goin' back
Pauly's got the hood hot, so he ain't be goin' back
Nigga, ain't no turnin' back
After this
You know it's no turnin' back
Bright lights, big city, man on out
Mr. Thanksgiving
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