No More
(专辑: Gangsta Grillz: The Album - 2007)
Yeah, Willie The
Kid Bright lights, street lights [Willie The
Kid:] Summertime in apartment 409, Had to clean up the
kitchen with 409, It Was cookin up work, while my granny at work My big cause he ain understand me at first, He said, the
court room or the
casket, I'm like dude, either way you need cash and a
nice suit, The
street lights where I
found my strength Be with four rich men, and you bound to be the
fifth Let's go [Lloyd:] I
lost my daddy at a
early age, Told my mama don't cry for me, If I
trade tomorrow in for yesterday, oh how much different my life would be, But that's in my dreams, back to reality, Tryna get outta these street lights, so I
won't have to live this street life, No more, No More [x2] No Just gotta learn to deal with problems, If you're young and from slum with no father, Got killed when you was little, still got mama, She try to tell him go to school, but why bother When getting paid is the
only way to solve 'em Seems the
stars get farther and farther Out of my reach, out of these streets, Will they ever make it big Cause I
lost my daddy at a
early age, Told my mama don't cry for me, If I
trade tomorrow in for yesterday, oh how much different my life would be, But that's in my dreams, back to reality, Tryna get outta these street lights, so I
won't have to live this street life, No more, No More [x2] No I
ain't ashamed to say that I
shed a
tear Thinkin bout my dad I
wish I
had him back, I'd give up everything just to have him here, After this storm and rain I
have no fear, Gotta keep holdin on, hold my head up strong, I
know it won't be long until we'll be together again, foreal [T.I.:] I'm living for the
moment If I
could turn back the
days Sure, you could turn this back Hey, I
was born with the
hustle, never been a
sucker Daddy wasn't in the
crib, dat made me tougher Momma struggled with the
bills, Dat made me stuff up Powder in a
sack, which made me dumber Now I'm standin on the
corner, bag full of Marijuana, Crack Pistol my pocket for anybody who disrespect In the
trap chilling where robbers and killers, kick it at My arms up in the
feds for ten, they say I'm going in Haaaa, bet dat I'm a
stretch that, backish to this rappers Show these niggas what I'm best at Get a
lil' check, flip it and invest that Years later, oh now you see what my heads at Like meals chasers, we be everywhere the
bread at You keep on hating, you'll be laying where the
dead at You rappers suckers, you can tell them that I
said that If nothing else but the
hustle, you gon respect that [Lloyd:] Oh yeah I
lost my daddy at a
early age, Told my mama don't cry for me, If I
trade tomorrow in for yesterday, oh how much different my life would be, But that's in my dreams, back to reality, Tryna get outta these street lights, so I
won't have to live this street life, No more, No More [x2] No Guess, this is my life And I
wanna live it right I
don't wanna run the
streets no more, no [x2]