Dp Beats - Bricks and Mansions lyrics

[Intro] Real street n***a I'd done been shot Shootouts Went the school route (DP on the beat) Been broke Tryin to get rich, n***a, look [Verse] I'm feeling blessed, I hit 4 cities in the same week I'm worldwide but lost my n***as on the same street I never changed, I got some change but that ain't change me Yeah I'm still the same me Y'all know how that thing be (n***a) The devil trying to bring me down, G Herbo I'm still standing Gun in hand and I ain't going out til I buy mom's a mansion f**ed up that check a thousand times shoulda bought moms a mansion But I was young and I was dumb thank god for second chances I know some n***as facing life without no second chances Ain't too many second chances n***as better take advantage And I woulda been signed a if I was trying to chase advances I seen n***as with a million cash and watched that paper vanish Only twenty things left, so I gotta make it manage Send em to your front door, but you gotta pay for transit Never sure however much to order, that's how much I handed Keep it sharp, sloppy with the business stop your sh** from landing Use your heart If you got that feelin homie ain't your mans then Ain't no rules to the streets except for keep a cannon And it's going down over east, I gotta keep a cannon Take a piss, I eat with Cannon, ask my b**h, I sleep with cannon M-O-N-Y after the E the only thing I cherish Free my big bro Murder Manski, sleep tight my little sister Cherish Blowing smoke thinkin bout my life and how I came from nothing Not only how I came from nothing b**h I made it something I gave my mom the whole deposit for her pain and suffering I grew up seeing my momma struggling so I started hustling Probably coulda stayed in school got a job or something But by the time I turned 16 didn't ask my mom for nothing OG was staying by the enemy I had to move out Cuz anytime we see each other it's going to be a shootout Soon as that check came through she had to get a new house Now she fin to get a new house, let her see what two bout Might stash them hundreds in the floor, call that one the blue house We ain't in the hood no more n***a, take your shoes off On Ess** block baby, 78th, 24th, for Kobe we shoot 24, shells outside that 24 n***as know I'm in the streets, know I don't got sh** to prove Big Bro told me leave the city, you got sh** to lose I don't reply to beef with tweets, street n***as gotta feel me I'm in my hood with all my ice, who said they tryin to k** me? Like 30 on my wrist, like 60 plus my neck, like 80 plus my L, 200 plus this tech I keep them k**as with me, they tryin to roll sh** I can't control sh**, let off the whole clip