Hangmen 3 - Rap Star (All I Ever Wanted) lyrics

(Tangg Da Juice) How many days done pa**ed us, in jail without bail they trying to cast us On the street corner police hara** us We got guns cause n***as' is trying to blast us And just because me and my n***as sell c**aine Don't mean that we dumb n***as wit no brain It just mean that we hungry need some lomain You ever heard the saying no pain no gain So when the doe came Made sure we broke bread We all ate in the island and upstate They all straight, must of been fate cause to date We all great, even n***as that's in my state, they all hate From my high let me come down I swear to God Ima try to keep this gun down Use to be fun, but it ain't fun now I gotta live for my daughter and my son now We one now Chorus: (Benzino) All I ever wanted was for me to be a rap star Blowing hash treats, pulling up in fast cars Take my n***as out the PJ's, Doing 90 on the freeway Polly wit the DJ's I can't imagine how my life would be if I wasn't born a WG I can't imaging how my life would be if I wasn't born a WG (Mann Terror) I'm a Wise Guy gangster slash project kid I did it all deal and banned the robbing sh** Money and murder two words to explain the life I lived I'm into sparking, sparking the glis, sparking the glits I role thick wit my n***as, get sick wit my n***as You can catch me blowing blunt in the bricks wit my n***as My crew go all out to get that doe And I pa** on that weed if it ain't that dro (Tangg Da Juice) They got new laws to make my crew drop But we trying to eat what we supposed to do, stop? Already know that they watching from the rooftop Might got a vest but you ain't a bullet proof cop I wish the tables would turn for one day yeah You in a fight where nobody wanna play fair Might get a job but couldn't afford day-care Welcome to the ghetto y'all can stay here Chorus: (Mann Terror) If it's not about dollars than it's not for me What you know blue rocks and shopping sprees I been broke for too long dog I need that doe f** standing on the block in the freezing cold Mouth full of rocks keeping watch out for the ditch On the hot block with 30 n***as pumping they sh** I'm trying to come up and live and not behind them bars I'm trying to cop a few cars and f** a few stars I been trapped in this brick life 24 years Been shot, bust shots, even lost a few kids sh**'s deeper than you think when you dealing wit the streets When you gotta ride or die and n***as don't sleep I represent ghetto n***as wit no way out Living this crime life hoping feds don't raid they house Can't play these corners no more we keep sh** moving Now I'm trying to freak these flows and move these units Chorus: (2x)