Like Yesterday (feat. Kenny B Da Great)

As a youngin felt myself go to the deep end You ain't gotta lie just to kick it see i don't pretend Late night staying up for that money but i ain't sleep in What you know bout hitting that block early every weekend Know them folks got paid yesterday Had to catch a play for something Imma D boy baby i can't hide it i can't change for nothing Come in with you new shoes I'm steady lying like i been saving up 12 ain't find that blick cause we was taught to break that banger up And bury it deep down with your sins Say I'm the chosen one just a product of my environment Learned so much on that block just from watching Bo Weez and Issac Go and ask about youngin bet off top they say he solid Selling bags and even kicked a few doors to see you smiling I was pouring that syrup knowing its fucking up my body Heard Pac say f*ck the world and i felt the same way about it Feel like I'm finally blessed so i can't let these niggas stop me Feel like I'm Malcom X peeking out the window with choppies Oh This how winning supposed to feel Probably cop a foreign this summer won't even post the wheel Let me sell these bags out your car baby so i know its real I done took the game and went far these lil niggas know the deal yeah Know how it feel when you at that bottom you thuggin it out Know how it feel to be paranoid got them drugs in your house Tried to tell them it wasn't no stopping they counted you out You popping shit they say you cocky man look at them now I hear 'em talking but they aint talking bout shit They out here playing I'm out here tryna get rich Heard time heal I'm tryna buss down the wrist Heard crime pay so we was out hitting licks Ohh i gotta go and get that paper its millions of ways Sat at that table and watched it turn now you feeling ashamed I was staying down up in that jungle until my blessing came Im popping shit i came from nothing it seem like yesterday I was dead broke but still popping my shit First real check i got i had to go bust down my wrist Told mama I'm coming home trash bag full of my shit Knowing i ain't wanna hit no lick my migo plug with the dirty stick And i don't like to move in the light Me and Charlie was moving white Me and so and so was on the dirty sprite Im back to having these lonely nights Im back to fighting these lonely demons Fake friends i sacrifice My money low and I'm feeling pressed i be running routes like Jerry Rice When the tables turn like a Dj Everyday like a replay I don't give a f*ck about what he say I can't give a nigga no leeway I was giving niggas this free game Truth be told no appreciation Love don't love nobody and that's my process of elimination Damn I hear 'em talking they ain't talking bout shit Thinking they the only ones that's riding round with a stick I was broke like yesterday but don't life come at you quick I aint really with the playing im just tryna get rich Da Great I hear 'em talking but they aint talking bout shit They out here playing I'm out here tryna get rich Heard time heal I'm tryna buss down the wrist Heard crime pay so we was out hitting licks Ohh i gotta go and get that paper its millions of ways Sat at that table and watched it turn now you feeling ashamed I was staying down up in that jungle until my blessing came Im popping shit i came from nothing it seem like yesterday