SAMBA DR & WESTON RD (Freestyle) Lyrics

Old days

On old Jane & Weston Road

Livin off of dem noodles

I was sleeping on the floor

Can't even count on my hand

The times that I've been broke

Can't even count on my hand

The times I had money though

So then I met a brotha named Emilio

We was really stacking

Up some paper dough

Turned out he was just

A phoney brotha though

Money really show

What's in yo spirit though

Laying low went back to my city

Cuz the police they was

Really out to get me

Took a fall for 30 bands

In my city

House arrest for three months

In my city

Money coming in

It was really fast

Yeah that fast money

It don't really last

But I really learned in the realest class

That making money

From yo hands gon really last

I'm on the way

To making money from fame

They still don't wanna believe

That I gon be the one next

You don't know half of the things

I've been through really a mess

Never had no one to look up to

Used to be a mess yeah

Really depressed

Man I just needed my Dad

I really been on my own

Since I was 13 & max

Though I grew up on my own

I still really need a Dad

Even though I'm 20 Max yeah

(haha where da milk boi)

I was way too young

I was playin a grown bit

Since the times I was living

In my old hood kipps

I was really getting raised

By these hip hop hits

Brotha yeah

I was eluded by the chains

The money clothes & fame

My head wasn't in the game

But now I'm speaking my brain

Cuz it really takes some brain

If you wanna entertain

And get into real estate yeah

Only one rapper like me

If a image says words

It gon say I got bars

That's a 1000

Ain't nobody that really believe

In RickyD Brotha please

It gon be a lil mistake

That they doubt him

Most these brothas virgins to me

They don't know

The birds & bees

When it comes to making money

That's a problem

Only one girl that's for me

Man I never needed hoes

Plenty girls in the world

There's a 1000