Tomorrow

Fuck a bitch, suck a dick that's how I feel I don't hang with or fuck with jits, cause they ain't real I hang with flame slangin' gang bangin' niggas in the field No flaggin', toe taggin', niggas doing drills They talking but ain't doing shit, I'm so true to this Don't give a fuck about your future bitch, I'll let this rugger spit Making diss songs to get on, trynna play a nigga, I don't get on tracks to sing on niggas, I just swing on niggas Road runnin' till like 4 something I'm just livin' like a star Dope money blew like four onions in this rental car All that hatin' shit and ganging shit, ain't gone get you far All that actin' like you bout it, that shit might get you shot Niggas mad I'm winning, and they losing My lil brother he stupid, pop beans and act stupid Jump out with a uzi, big clip shoot a movie Niggas in they feeling, they bitches be pickin' and choosin' I woke up this morning, with tomorrow on my brain Today could be the day I fall a victim to the game If I lose my life tonight my momma probably go insane The fact, that a niggas took my life for a name Last night I had a dream, that an all black Impala hit my hood with a choppa, kill me and 4 of my partners I died on my corner with my pistol in my pocket Bleedin' from my face, my old lady trynna stop it Last week was last week, but last week was an close one The crackers pulled me over, and he slightly approached me He walked around a side me, with his hand on his holster I went to grab my I.D, and the cracker almost smoked me Hook Where I come from is the jungle Where I come from is hard not to go under Where I come from full of sorrow Tryna make it to tomorrow Verse/Outro So we slidin', and ridin' the car full of Semi's Cause it get violent this side of the city Word around town is them boys getting busy They jump out with Tec's, and Mac's, and Glizzy's I got a 30 my lil bro got 50 That's 30 for 30, that's 60 for 20 He want some smoke, then tell him come get it He wanna blow, then tell him we with it Yeaaa, yea, we with it