Reek Da Villain - Use To Be lyrics

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Niggas don’t know nothing about no motherfucking struggles man

They don’t know nothing

Motherfucking mothers was lawyers

Paps dukes was a doctor

The uncle was police nigga stop fronting, I know

Growing up, we ain’t had shit

Thirsty nights had to settle for my own spit

While the spoiled kids came to school showing out

We ain’t had a pot to piss or a window to throw it out

So I started bringing jummies outside

While they was only thinking bout them honeys outside

I was thinking bout getting that money outside

On the corner selling dimes, nicks and 20’s outside

And even know it was sunny outside

I looked to the sky and that black cloud follow me

Red flag dripping blood all on the economy

Rolling out like a team of ants in the colony

Tryina stay away from the gangbang and shit

But the streets is a bitch, is to suck me up and swallow me

Then I started thinking bout a robbery

Bare face so they came back and try to hollow me

18 rolling with the clipping

Park ave dumping at the niggas that was creeping

Next day they came to bintinio park spitting

Ran upon a couple homies, we was slippin

And now it’s a blue and red war

Drive by’s everyday going back and forth

Them ak bullets went into a couple houses

And now the og’s tryina get us all to talk

It ain’t happen, but at least them niggas tried though

But later on, we seen them other niggas ride though

Now when other nigga dead on a rival

But if my homies die bet one of them niggas die too

Gun fights drawn still on each other

2 young niggas on the ground still with each other

My teacher said we was only good for killing each other

And black man was afraid to make mills with each other

To be on bet was my television dream

But now I’m on that bet television screen

I used to hit the block and still hail at niggas fiends

Now I hit the stage and I’m hearing hela women scream

Coming home from jail I watch as my mother frowl

Coming home from tour I watch as my mama smile

So 12 years clean as a ring, from cocaine

I’m doing whatever just to keep holding my mama down

All the men in her life always got missing

Pops ain’t never had to leave, cause he was in prison

My little sister father used to smack her with his mittens

If I see him to this day, I’m guarantee to start blicking

Kill that nigga!

Wait, wait, hold up cause I’m tripping

I used to be that ignorant nigga that start flipping

That was what I was used to

When I used to beeeing used to

But now I’m an entrepeneur bluetooth

Meaning I keep my head on the street

The money never sleep so I’m tired and weak

From chasing checks non stop I grew corns on my feet

Custom bags under my eyes, but my money look sweet

And now the true hustlers feel me

And now the broke motherfuckers wanna kill me

But before I let the niggas do me filthy

I rather die speeding in my coupe Malig silly.