| Ay, Lord take me away
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| From all the people that ain’t tryna help make me a way
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| I told my mama no more struggling, it’s gon' be okay
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| Yeah, I was hustling in them streets tryna make me a way
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| Mama told me, better not let them streets take me away
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| So I got to that shit, stuck to that shit, now she okay
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| She called my phone to ask how long I’m gon' be away
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| Cause where I’m at, I fall asleep same time as she awake
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| Lord take me away
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| To another place
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| I’m from a place where it ain’t safe to put my gun away
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| This street shit ain’t fun no more, they took the fun away
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| I used to post up on that block and have my gun on waist
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| Knee deep in them streets with nothing to say, I ain’t playing no fucking games
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| I was with my niggas, you know they with it, ain’t hang with no fucking lames
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| Don’t drop our names, still jump out gang, we’ll pull up bust some brains
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| I remember them days in the studio late sweating like a fucking slave
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| Too many days now I take a day just to make 100k
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| 100,000 days I was up at night tryna make another way
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| Got my mama another place, that other shit don’t mean nothing to me, ay
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| Ay, Lord take me away
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| From all the people that ain’t tryna help make me a way
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| I told my mama no more struggling, it’s gon' be okay
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| Yeah, I was hustling in them streets tryna make me a way
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| Mama told me, better not let them streets take me away
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| So I got to that shit, stuck to that shit, now she okay
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| She called my phone to ask how long I’m gon' be away
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| Cause where I’m at, I fall asleep same time as she away
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| Young nigga fuck that sack up tryna make me a way
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| Stuck to my grind got that shit back, it ain’t take me away
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| Broke in the hood before I ever made it on the big screens
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| Selling 14s, 15s, then I started spitting 16s
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| All I ever knew was get cream
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| Only other way was hit fiends
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| Made my mama cry to get this shit, nigga I’m from the streets
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| I’ve seen my homies die up in this shit nigga, wasn’t nothing sweet
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| Remember nights I cried, I think of that and that’s what humbled me
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| I know that my life always at risk, I keep that bitch from me
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| Fuck the penitentiary, niggas won’t get shit from me
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| Murder-murder, kill thy enemy, don’t show no sympathy
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| If I don’t squeeze that trigger where I’m from they end up killing me, nigga
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| Ay, Lord take me away
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| From all the people that ain’t tryna help make me a way
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| I told my mama no more struggling, it’s gon' be okay
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| Yeah, I was hustling in them streets tryna make me a wave
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| Mama told me, better not let them streets take me away
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| So I got to that shit, stuck to that shit, now she okay
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| She called my phone to ask how long I’m gon' be away
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| Cause where I’m at, I fall asleep same time as she away |