Lami Cruise - All Smiles lyrics

(Lami Cruise back with another one, Yah know me man) Verse 1 I was Raised 'round them shooters and them feens all of that Shots from the ruga make you lean, Hit ya back Remember as a youngin asking mom "where my dad?" Went down to Jamaica tryna make a couple racks Tryna get his papers , get his visa all of that Sold a couple acres and the brand new Cadillac Just to reunite the family , i can't be mad at that Had to start a couple tragedies and make that semi clap Older heads they always f** with me when they here my raps Cuz they know that i been through sh** and i dont gotta act So i puff away my pain rolling Doobies hella fat Lil mami got the booty t**ng off the Henny Yack I seen n***as stabbed ,n***as shot, n***as dying Swear on my right hand but i still be lying To get the bro out of a situation Throwin racks make it rain like precipitation Gotta air a n***a out call that ventilation D*ck up in her mouth suffocation Give a f** if you like me i prefer the hating Cuz success is my reality ya mad i made it (Chorus) Verse 2 They saying Lami Got the Juice now Couple foreign coupes now f**in with the group now Ouh she in the Loop now Tats on her body, BM Dub's & Ferrari Ferragamo ,Versace Oh my God Im so co*ky Went from Employee to Employer Good Producer, Good Lawyer Gotta bad b**h named Saquya Off a bean i ain't talkin Goya First time i slept got hit with the Glock Now no rest, on my sh** non stop Heard in the burbs , Get love on the block Spit no mac but ya b**h on my co*k Been saying money on mind yeah the block is hot b**h See me on my grind n***as tryna stop it Tryna get that fetti folded in my pockets If a hater act up ima pop his sh** n***as p**y ,snakes and soem rats to me Homie act up sending bullets where his hat should be Lemme co*k back you bow down to ya majesty All my n***as real right, ya n***as lookin raggedy (chorus) Verse 3 When i was a baby, Lived up in Tracy towers Hallways was smelling like dour Mama still in school ,she just tryna get a good degree 2 child's flippen patties all up in a Mickey D's Poppa in Jamaica, just tryna get his cake up Got alittle older, came back just to raise us Only like 4 , ain't know rights from the wrongs Couple months past lil bro Malik came along Mean we all lived together, it ain't feel like no family Dad at his night job, My momma always mad at him Fighting and the arguing, Shouting and the hollerin Mama got bruises 911 yeah she callin em Never ment to split us up but i guess she had enough Pulled up in that white ford ,hand cuffs ragged him up Lil dude, middle school, wanted that ratty tucked To shoot the sky ,shoot myself, i ain't really give a f** Talkin bout moving Tenbrook ,to Co-op, To Bedford, To farrock I really hadda bust chops...