Correction Paroles Make A Way par OMB Peezy

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Look, starvin’ ain’t an option
If I’m hungry, I’m robbin’
Bet I stake out your house at late night, waitin’ for you to come by
And I was taught to make a way out of no way
Ain’t have a dollar, they would treat me like a throwaway

Was stuck in the mud, ain’t no choice but to hustle (to hustle)
You play with that money, gon’ force me to bust you (to bust)
And one of my close n***as crossed me, forced me to cut him off (forreal)
You never took a loss then you ain’t no f**kin’ boss

Aye, we went hard cause we ain’t have no choice
Lil’ bih, keep that pu**y moist
I was tryna kick some game, they act like they ain’t hear my voice
I had bigger dreams, f**k the Honda, tryna slide the Royce
Where I’m from, it’s eat or starve, n***a you ain’t got no choice
All we know is get you a role, n***as on probation, parole
That thought’ll make them lil’ fish swole
We heard about you slangin’ them bowls
Cappin’ get a tag on your toe
You ain’t heavy rat
Might hear about your main n***a f**kin’ your hoe
Aye, you ain’t ready for them killas waitin’ outside of your door
Gang up, 10-pole end up on your back if you slow
If you lose, take it lit, turn and rest you a hoe
They got us splittin’ between the fam and the bros when you blow
Look, starvin’ ain’t an option
If I’m hungry, I’m robbin’
Bet I stake out your house at late night, waitin’ for you to come by
And I was taught to make a way out of no way
Ain’t have a dollar, they would treat me like a throwaway

(Aye you know this sh*t been gettin’ crazy)
I keep me a weapon
I cannot leave my lil’ boy
Move smart cause this sh*t be gettin’ hectic
My mama called me when I’m flexin’
Like boy put that money up
So there ain’t nobody gettin’ close
He gon die while they runnin’ off
I can’t sleep
Put em up first time, he slipped, bet we gon’ slide
Better watch yo feet
Swear to God, first time you trip, b*t*h you gon’ die
I’m grabbing my partners
Work that choppa
Set your whole block up on fire
We gotta burn so many Trojans you gon’ think my b*t*h kicked me out
We livin’ hard, we had no choice but to get it
Our life is short, so we tote them rods with extensions
They don’t even try to understand how we livin’
Look at our block and you don’t see nothin’ but killin’

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