Lyrics Terrace Martin

Terrace Martin

Pittsburgh

Yeah, this for the 412, all the rhyming, all the grinding

All the time I do it all for you

Cause you raised me, never paid me

And when a nigga needed money, you paid me

Mixture with jamaican crazy, you make me

Niggas but tell me not to fuck with you lately

But I can't see, the day I ever turn my back

On where I'm from, there might be some

But that ain't me

I love you to death, though at times you get crazy

I ain't gonna lie, sometimes it feels like you hate me

But don't get it fucked up, I know that this' tough luck

And true appreciation's what you don't get enough of

And you can trust, that I put nothing above you

Scream out your name so I'll make everyone love you

As much as I love you, it shouldn't surprise you

I rep one from nigga, you know how I do

I'm from pittsburgh

The street lights, keep calling,

I can see the mirrors falling

In front on my face I see him

Reaching out for me

The wind blows, so subtle

This is in my streets like chatter

If I don't take this chance, they might not come around again

The summer you hot, in the winter you so cold

And most people don't know, that you got a start

When I be on the road, they ask me who you are

Never seen you before, but I'm letting them know though

I didn't mean to leave you out and getting that show dough

And I always come back to you, put my soul in this music when I rap to you

Bleed the track for you

Yeah, you got a habit of making the young nigga's dream

Take a look at all he got in one bigger thing

For you I'd give anything,

And it's a shame to say, that sometimes

You don't feel the same way

But everything's still everything

I'm just grinding for a time where my city see better days

And I swear we'll never separate

Everywhere I go, I let them know,

I'm from pittsburgh

The street lights, keep calling,

I can see the mirrors falling

In front on my face I see him

Reaching out for me

The wind blows, so subtle

This is in my streets like chatter

If I don't take this chance, they might not come around again

Again, again, again, yeah, again

Again, again, again, yeah, again