No More

Yeah, Willie The Kid

Bright lights, street lights

Summertime in apartment 409

Had to clean up the kitchen with 409

It was cookin' up work, while my granny at work

My big 'cause he ain't understand me at first

He said, the court room or the casket

I'm like dude, either way you need cash and a nice suit

The street lights where I found my strength

Be with four rich men, and you bound to be the fifth

Let's go

I lost my daddy at a early age

Told my mama don't cry for me

If I trade tomorrow in for yesterday

Oh, how much different my life would be

But that's in my dreams, back to reality

Tryna get outta these street lights

So I won't have to live this street life

No more, no more

No more, no more

No

Just gotta learn to deal with problems

If you're young and from slum with no father

Got killed when you was little, still got mama

She try to tell him go to school, but why bother

When gettin' paid is the only way to solve 'em

Seems the stars get farther and farther

Out of my reach, out of these streets

Will they ever make it big?

'Cause I lost my daddy at a early age

Told my mama don't cry for me

If I trade tomorrow in for yesterday

Oh, how much different my life would be

But that's in my dreams, back to reality

Tryna get outta these street lights

So I won't have to live this street life

No more, no more

No more, no more

No

I ain't ashamed to say that I shed a tear

Thinkin' 'bout my dad, I wish I had him back

I'd give up everythin' just to have him here

After this storm and rain I have no fear

Gotta keep holdin' on, hold my head up strong

I know it won't be long until we'll be together again, fo real

I'm livin' for the moment

If I could turn back the days, sure you could turn this back

Hey, I was born with the hustle, never been a sucker

Daddy wasn't in the crib, that made me tougher

Momma struggled with the bills, that made me stuff up

Powder in a sack which made me dumber

Now I'm standin' on the corner, bag full of marijuana, crack

Pistol my pocket for anybody who disrespect

In the trap chillin' where robbers and killers kick it at

My arms up in the feds for ten, they say I'm goin' in

Ha, bet that I'm a stretch that, backish to this rappers

Show these niggas what I'm best at

Get a lil' check, flip it and invest that

Years later, oh now you see what my heads at

Like meals chasers, we be everywhere the bread at

You keep on hatin', you'll be layin' where the dead at

You rappers suckers, you can tell them that I said that

If nothin' else but the hustle, you gon' respect that

Oh yeah, I lost my daddy at a early age

Told my mama don't cry for me

If I trade tomorrow in for yesterday

Oh, how much different my life would be

But that's in my dreams, back to reality

Tryna get outta these street lights

So I won't have to live this street life

No more, no more

No more, no more

No

Guess this is my life and I wanna live it right

I don't wanna run the streets no more, no

I don't wanna run the streets no more, no