Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Found My Niche, artist - AZ. Date of issue: 14.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Found My Niche |
| Low caesar, kept fresh off the steps in the summer heat |
| Blessed to be amongst the vets, it’s a younger me |
| Mock necks, Adidas sweats, Lee’s dungarees |
| BVD under tees, shit, I hung with G’s |
| Everybody reppin' they P’s, speakin' slang |
| 'Til the God start connectin' degrees, seekin' change |
| Some puffin' weed, no E, some sneakin' 'caine |
| Then that crack hit the map, it’s a wrap, the reaper came |
| Crews started formin' in cliques they runnin' blocks |
| On the strip when a live nigga flip you wanna watch |
| It’s bugged, seen the doctor in scrubs come and cop |
| The love of drugs, finally found me a plug to run a spot |
| Switch gears, fuckin' with peers, they out of town |
| Packed up, blew for a year without a sound |
| Came back, reappeared, it’s going down |
| And what I seen was a whole lotta kings that lost they crown |
| Smoked out, others was dead, some in the Feds |
| It broke out, code red, the plague spread |
| Zombies in the streets on the creep, they wanna hit |
| Hommies over beef, it was deep, that summer shit |
| Venereal spreadin' in sections, a lot of sexin' |
| Imperial Moët reppin', a lot of weapons |
| Jewels on niggas' neck, they want wreck |
| Big body Benz on deck, who wanna flex? |
| Feelin' like a killer inside, my soul died |
| 'Til the God wise open my eyes, word up… |
| Peace Seven, this ain’t right and exact |
| You fallin' victim to that devilishment, God |
| We supposed to build not destroy, we true and livin' |
| Don’t add on to the genocide G-O-D |
| Get back on your square |
| That’s what I did, raids on niggas cribs, they killin' kids |
| The system wasn’t lettin' 'em live, they gave bids |
| Life on back of they numbers, 20 summers |
| I’m just now seein' some niggas since I was younger |
| Flat top, I jot mine in '89 |
| Had props, I got knocked for baby time |
| Still straight, whole body laced with crazy shine |
| Then my Ace got shot in the face, they made me rhyme |
| Money dryin' up in the streets, I took a seat |
| Stop ridin' dirty in jeeps and rode beats |
| Reality rap, shit sick, I found a niche |
| '94, came with Life’s a Bitch |