Future - My People lyrics

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Future - My People lyrics

Announcements in apartments balling in the park Ballers in the club who be balling after dark For them project kids who jerseys living large I gotta represent for my people Even when your down when you on the ground Gotta walk around with a smile Gotta represent for your people Gotta represent for my people TOSH All I know is hustle, grindin, muscle shinin So I ain't going home tonight This for my own struggle making Tussle just facing this what I call a hell of a life A whole dollar worth of pennies cased up its a Penelope Its sad to say my favorite auntie is a crack smoke But I would serve it to her now im tryna shake off for it I been a star to her rappin a Celia I'mma set the record straight I promise we gone be ok My auntie brinda use to bring me mad customers my people Had my back no matter what I gotta f** with them My n***a quin we might as well be blood brothers Swear to GOD I ain't lyin I love you just like my blood brother I know you feel the same way on the GOD who judges us Hit me with a text up online got my songs money can't buy A real friends just wanna see you wrong come on TOSH Whatever girls do dont just show it at them Everytime im bout to leave thats when my girl start fussin So just give most of my time to her for her I wanna be able to buy her some chillings and furs I wanna be everything that your heart deserves I need to get rich my grandma getting old and her To see my old lady in pain I know her bones aching I pray is meant for you to see your grandson make it Marc told me I was destine for greatness I took a negative and made a great situation Im great at turning nothing to some you better act like And even when you hungry TOSH I put my hoodie on my head when im in the vocal booth I scream lil mexico my real people holl it out to I heard some dudes actin funny cause the kid gettin money But im makin more for the same dudes that sound funny I make my hood official true story I did it We get respected in the streets like the mafia Young future in the cut with tilapia The feeling that you get to know your real n***as proud of ya They know we hit them licks in the todium the pa** for me Spit that dog food on wax all they ask for me I can barely breath When I was writing this I bet I go extra hard after reciting this TOSH