| I’m from the hard knock life, that all white life
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| Pop a wheelie on that 4 wheeler yea that’s that bike life
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| Niggas ghost like casper catch me in a ghost with drop head after
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| You a slave master, rob your own kind blind lean blind
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| And I ain’t join your team cause I got my own grind
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| Got my own mind, sold my own 9's, fifty five hundred like a hundred’s some times
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| Once you put your hand on that pot
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| Ain’t no turning around, ain’t no turning around
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| Once you bust your first Glock
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| Ain’t no turning around, ain’t no turning around
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| Once you jump off that porch (young nigga)
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| Ain’t no turning around, ain’t no turning around
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| These streets hot as a torch (young nigga)
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| Ain’t no turning around, ain’t no turning around
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| I’m from the hard knock life, that all black life
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| Making sales on a mountain bike, yeah, that’s that crack life
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| Break a whole one down and sell ‘em all nics
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| Couple days later, four door six
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| Love to let the semi spray every day’s a henny day
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| Fuck it they gon charge you like you an adult anyway
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| Yeah, just look at those that took a nap
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| When you’re on the road to riches, nigga, ain’t no looking back
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| Shots fired man down, says he was hands down
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| Police brutality, nigga, this reality
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| Trayvon Martin in a all black hoodie
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| Young nigga big 40 waiting on a bullet
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| Big benz is the world on drugs
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| Watching CNN and seen my god damn plug
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| Watching BET and seen my god damn self
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| I have more love for these streets than my god damn self
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| Uhh Yea haha!
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| Young niggas wyling, shooting shit rapidly
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| To give him ten years, they do that happily
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| They don’t understand, they bringing down the faculty
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| Ain’t worried about the fronters, it’s the niggas that’s in back of me
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| Grown man b.i., and that’s how they handle it
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| Reputation is everything, it’s over when you’re damaging
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| Money is easy to get, is just hard to manage it
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| Always remember the rules before you put your hand in it
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| Before you put your hand in it
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| You got to be the man in it
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| You got to understand it, got to know the rules to the game
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| Got to sacrifice, got to know it’s a five year sentence for a brick of white
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| That’s if your record clean Lord knows it’s a poor sight
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| Caugh up in the snitch, smash on em' you don’t match now
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| Remember what I told you, fuck it, you can turn your back now
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| Once upon a time he was real, he a rat now
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| Never turn your back on niggas that you thug with
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| Bitch that you really like, never fall in love with
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| Never send your plug with the money up front
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| If you smoke get your own kush don’t hit a nigga blunt
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| Remember dope gon sale and bitches gonna leave
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| Soon Niggas go to jail, so that’s a day from hell
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| Young nigga oh well, thinking he a player
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| Now he living through his pictures on the wall and his mail
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| But he ain’t tell, so nigga I salute em'
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| And when he hit the streets again, making sure he eat again
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| He gon' be a beast again, hit em' with a key again
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| For eighteen five, young nigga go live |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ain't No Turning Around , by - Yo Gotti. Song from the album CM7: The World Is Yours, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп