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Dj Drama
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

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