D.Y.H.A.M (Feat. Ayeligi)
Boi
Listen to this track, bitch It's not an old jits, a real badass Quit the fight though, like my nigga badass Ada Mae raised me, Aunt Nita fed me So, Captain Carlos, I know y'all miss Miss Betty When I said it wasn't great, but I really meant that I took the pain into my people, I'ma express that I don't think you want these shoes, no, not mine I earn everything, I'ma get every dime I miss the days when I played in the projects Growed up too fast, I'm on, I'ma prospect My heart scarred, but my problems, I'ma deal with them Wish I knew my pop so I could at least build with him It feel good shit, to come from the hood Miss Sheila, she the candy lady Raised a nigga from a baby It feel right to come from bad to good Mr Phil had the fruit stand Them days was the life, man It feel good, it's such a wonderful feeling Mr Fred ran numbers, first thing I know were a million You know where you're at When you come across the railroad tracks If I had one wish, I'd get it back Look at me now, I went from nothing to something Young nigga, but like them old coons, I'm trying to get money I seen everything, just a young little dude I should've been in the group I'm a nigga with a attitude I'm like you, the money got me fucked up Not want all this, you got me fucked up Temptation brings jealous where the nigga faces I went poster for my man I went to rock slaying him Learned the hard way I don't regret now day What don't kill you make you stronger, that's what Jesus say I ain't one from it This is where I supposed to be I do it for the streets, cause that's who got love for me It feel good, shit, to come from the hood Miss Sheila, she the candy lady Raised a nigga from a baby It feel right to come from bad to good Mr Phil had the fruit stand Them days was the life, man It feel good, it's such a wonderful feeling Mr Fred ran numbers, first thing I know were a million Know where you at when you come cross the railroad tracks If I had one wish, I'd get it back I miss the reg dances Miss the block parties Met my Haitian friends Now I'm having block parties Colt Boulevard, Macy and me They call it "Candy corner" It was booming then I got an auntie, they call her Willie Mae I swear to God, I got an uncle look like Janz Faye No beef, everybody at the barbecue After the club, catch a living selling barbecue Not to mention homecoming, about to come up Daytona, spring broke week, that's what's up Wish you niggas the best, but get money first And I'ma take you back like I did the verse It feel good, shit, it come from the hood Miss Sheila, she the candy lady Raised a nigga from a baby It feel right to come from bad to good Mr Phil had the fruit stand Them days was the life, man It feel good, it's such a wonderful feeling Mr Fred ran numbers, first thing I know were a million Know where you at when you come across the railroad tracks If I had one wish, I'd get it back