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