King Pwee - On Anybody Lyrics

Sipping 1942 I got expensive taste
Real street nigga I got it on me at my dinner date
Wonder why I keep it on me I know niggas hate
You'll sell yo soul to get that bag i see it in yo face
My daddy say that's too much money put it in a bank
Had to tighten my circle up a bit when I hit ten a day
I got patnas who aint never seen 10 k
So for 1 k they'll slide on a Sunday
And for a dime they'll slide where yo son stay
Type of shit that make yo heart cold
See the light still on this dark road
I keep on going its hard though I pray I wake up with my heart froze
But I'm thinking like that shit will never help me
Lost so many niggas it aint healthy
Came up out that jungle where it's scary
Yea
I come from where they do everything to break you
So put it in these niggas faces make 'em hate you
Run it up but don't forget the shit that made you
Those who held they nuts on me I should thank you
Use to be so full of life but something happen to change
I tend to get in my feelings think bout back in the days
Roaches crawling cross the ceiling we wasn't having a thang
Now all my niggas out here winning and we having our way
We ain stressing bout no money that shit already made
How the fuck Ima leave the streets when that's how I get paid
I give hope to the streets like Obama would say
But a nigga play with me then them choppas gone spray
I'll put this bitch on anybody that's on my mama
It's beef we goin spin about it until we drop em
I'll put this bitch on anybody that's on my mama
It's beef we goin spin about it until we drop em
Real shootas fell in love with that gun smoke
Will we make it out alive shit we don't know
Kill me my homegoing gone be kutthroat
Lil bro clutching on that rod on the front row
Tears in his eyes but he might never free 'em
Even though you goin through it you bet not let em see it
You lost yo dawg you catch his killer you bet not let him live
I don't care if he with his kids you better stretch him still
I was raised in the streets for real
Where I'm from you gotta keep ya steel
And if you up that gun you better squeeze to kill
I don't want to see you go I want to see you live
Use to be so full of life but something happen to change
I tend to get in my feelings think bout back in the days
Roaches crawling cross the ceiling we wasn't having a thang
Now all my niggas out here winning and we having our way
We ain stressing bout no money that shit already made
How the fuck Ima leave the streets when that's how I get paid
I give hope to the streets like Obama would say
But a nigga play with me then them choppas gone spray
I'll put this bitch on anybody

Sipping 1942 I got expensive taste
Real street nigga I got it on me at my dinner date
Wonder why I keep it on me I know niggas hate
You'll sell yo soul to get that bag i see it in yo face
My daddy say that's too much money put it in a bank
Had to tighten my circle up a bit when I hit ten a day
I got patnas who aint never seen 10 k
So for 1 k they'll slide on a Sunday
And for a dime they'll slide where yo son stay
Type of shit that make yo heart cold
See the light still on this dark road
I keep on going its hard though I pray I wake up with my heart froze
But I'm thinking like that shit will never help me
Lost so many niggas it aint healthy
Came up out that jungle where it's scary
Yea
I come from where they do everything to break you
So put it in these niggas faces make 'em hate you
Run it up but don't forget the shit that made you
Those who held they nuts on me I should thank you
Use to be so full of life but something happen to change
I tend to get in my feelings think bout back in the days
Roaches crawling cross the ceiling we wasn't having a thang
Now all my niggas out here winning and we having our way
We ain stressing bout no money that shit already made
How the fuck Ima leave the streets when that's how I get paid
I give hope to the streets like Obama would say
But a nigga play with me then them choppas gone spray
I'll put this bitch on anybody that's on my mama
It's beef we goin spin about it until we drop em
I'll put this bitch on anybody that's on my mama
It's beef we goin spin about it until we drop em
Real shootas fell in love with that gun smoke
Will we make it out alive shit we don't know
Kill me my homegoing gone be kutthroat
Lil bro clutching on that rod on the front row
Tears in his eyes but he might never free 'em
Even though you goin through it you bet not let em see it
You lost yo dawg you catch his killer you bet not let him live
I don't care if he with his kids you better stretch him still
I was raised in the streets for real
Where I'm from you gotta keep ya steel
And if you up that gun you better squeeze to kill
I don't want to see you go I want to see you live
Use to be so full of life but something happen to change
I tend to get in my feelings think bout back in the days
Roaches crawling cross the ceiling we wasn't having a thang
Now all my niggas out here winning and we having our way
We ain stressing bout no money that shit already made
How the fuck Ima leave the streets when that's how I get paid
I give hope to the streets like Obama would say
But a nigga play with me then them choppas gone spray
I'll put this bitch on anybody