Faye's Crib Lyrics

My pops always tell me, look son

You gotta know what you're doing when you jumping off that porch

Cause if you went the wrong way, you could get hurt

And I ain't gonna always be there to catch you

Look, ain't no around here

Ain't no snitch around here. We playing with sticks around here

You'll get hit around here

We don't know you'll lick around here

We trying to get rich around here. Trying to get rich around here

Welcome to Faye's crib. Ain't no around here. Ain't no snitch around here

We playing with sticks around here

You'll get hit around here. We don't know you'll lick around here

We trying to get rich around here

Trying to get rich around here

Welcome to Faye's crib

Look, in my first lick gambling. And I've been an addict since

Started off with a quarter. Now we playing for the Benjamins

Daddy went by trampoline. He said we gotta make the money flip instead

As soon as that sun would beam, I was trying to get to the bread

Grandma never understood why the white boys was always at the door

Probably thought they was beefing with me

But they wasn't looking for that type of smoke

But I was grandmama's angel. She couldn't see me being devilish

Or anything but a halo. Unless that bandana resembled it

But I was never banging. Just blood with the bangers

I was just rapping. Trying to make us famous

But when it was time to ride, I was the first to that Marquis

Didn't have a license, but Tup would pass me the keys

Late night lurking, swerving. Passing the bottle

Can't take Fetty nowhere. Cause if it's a problem, he gonna solve it

I remember swinging through East End. Sunday evenings

Posted up by the court. Plotting and scheming

Doing the good days. We was safe. nine to five

Spending all day in the cut. Drinking and getting high

Playing cards. Talk to s-

And laugh about how they done s- yeah

Look, ain't no around here. Ain't no snitch around here

We playing with sticks around here

You'll get hit around here. We don't know you'll lick around here

We trying to get rich around here. Trying to get rich around here

Welcome to Faye's crib. Ain't no around here. Ain't no snitch around here

We playing with sticks around here. You'll get hit around here

We don't know you'll lick around here

We trying to get rich around here. Trying to get rich around here

Welcome to Faye's crib

Summer of seven. I fell in love with that pistol

And Fetty told me if you gonna do dirt don't take nobody with you

Cause these n-ga crack under pressure. These n- rats playing dress up

These n-ga rap like they G till they get jammed. Now they on B

Summer of eight. Was one of my worst seasons

Just know if it would've went south. I wouldn't be breathing

I learned a lot in that backyard

Living the life my mom set aboard

Look, ain't no around here. Ain't no snitch around here

We playing with sticks around here

You'll get hit around here. We don't know you'll lick around here

We trying to get rich around here. Trying to get rich around here

Welcome to Faye's crib. Ain't no around here. Ain't no snitch around here

We playing with sticks around here. You'll get hit around here

We don't know you'll lick around here

We trying to get rich around here. Trying to get rich around here

Welcome to Faye's crib