Hell Rell - You Can Count On Me lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Straight G sh**, (Uhuh) Straight G sh** (Real sh**) Welcome to the hood n***a, the hoods I come from (f** with me, Dipset) [Verse 1] Shoot em up bang bang n***a We'll do anything to get the cake Sold my first d** in front of 1768 Look at Rell fiends putting scrilla in his hand Selling hope to the desperate had me feeling like a man And my pops? sh** he ain't want me in the trap But what the f** could he do, he had a monkey on his back And my poor poor momma, ya miss ruby god bless her soul Because i done made those tears roll down her eyes Being a gangster wasn't in her plan But mommy what you expect it takes a man to raise a man And you praying to jesua ma? he can't move mountains Rent backed up, living room need new couches That's why im out here day and night, night and day I know i got a price to pay but f** thats my life so hey I'm from a block where you be dead for respect Little n***as picking up there flags repping their sets OGs home from jail extorting these rappers Gangsters in hollywood selling coke to the actors And me? im still in trying to make a mill in it sh** pissing me off but im forced to deal with it hey And my n***as in jail dont think sh** swell for me The way sh** looking they might have a cell for me And these n***a thinking this pressure gonna break me But nah imma G Mack and just see where life take me [Chorus] Here's a little bit of my life Growing up I had to go through hell I had to worry about surviving in the hood You looking at me thinking sh** is all good You never know how i made it through It's just something that gangsters do I gotta make it I gotta lotta n***as counting on me [Verse 2] Up the block was the pimps Down the block was the who*es Around the corner was the weed Down the block was the raw They always use to say that young chick was the sh** Until that girl started giving n***as that sh** The life of a stick up kid Sticking up liqour stores Until he turned into a whino hanging around liqour stores Man this sh** a war i know you seen this before b**h on crack baby running around with pissy draws She the baby mother of a n***a locked up Wondering why she ain't wrote em Because she out here smoking And she ain't taking care of his son, thats number one And he stressing just got charged with another gun I know n***as thats on the run And n***as in the cell looking at the XXL like i was just with Rell He use to be in the yard with the gangsters and bloods He ain't have to many fights but i knew he was tough He use to say he was gonna go home get in the game live it up And when he walk out the jail Cam gonna pick him up God damn that sh** really happened I guess gangsters they can really make it rapping I'm here for a reason dont ever dispute that A n***a ever shot at me i shot back, we shoot back My presence is felt don't stick around for nothing A standup n***a that won't sit down for nothing Dipset! [Chorus]