Текст песни No More

(Feat. Lloyd, Willie The Kid, T.I.)

Yeah, Willie The Kid

Bright lights, street lights

[Willie The Kid:]

Summertime in apartment 409,

Had to clean up the kitchen with 409,

It Was cookin up work, while my granny at work

My big cause he ain understand me at first,

He said, the court room or the casket,

I'm like dude, either way you need cash and a nice suit,

The street lights where I found my strength

Be with four rich men, and you bound to be the fifth

Let's go

[Lloyd:]

I lost my daddy at a early age,

Told my mama don't cry for me,

If I trade tomorrow in for yesterday, oh how much different my life would be,

But that's in my dreams, back to reality,

Tryna get outta these street lights, so I won't have to live this street life,

No more, No More [x2] No

Just gotta learn to deal with problems,

If you're young and from slum with no father,

Got killed when you was little, still got mama,

She try to tell him go to school, but why bother

When gettin' paid is the only way to solve 'em

Seems the stars get farther and farther

Out of my reach, out of these streets,

Will they ever make it big

Cause I lost my daddy at a early age,

Told my mama don't cry for me,

If I trade tomorrow in for yesterday, oh how much different my life would be,

But that's in my dreams, back to reality,

Tryna get outta these street lights, so I won't have to live this street life,

No more, No More [x2] No

I ain't ashamed to say that I she'd a tear

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I'd give up everything just to have him here,

After this storm and rain I have no fear,

Gotta keep holdin on, hold my head up strong,

I know it won't be long until we'll be together again, foreal

[T.I.:]

I'm livin' for the moment

If I could turn back the days

Sure, you could turn this back

Hey, I was born with the hustle, never been a sucker

Daddy wasn't in the crib, dat made me tougher

Momma struggled with the bills, Dat made me stuff up

Powder in a sack, which made me dumber

Now I'm standin on the corner, bag full of Marijuana, Crack

Pistol my pocket for anybody who disrespect

In the trap chillin' where robbers and killers, kick it at

My arms up in the feds for ten, they say I'm goin' in

Haaaa, bet dat I'm a stretch that, backish to this rappers

Show these niggas what I'm best at

Get a lil' check, flip it and invest that

Years later, oh now you see what my heads at

Like meals chasers, we be everywhere the bread at

You keep on hatin', you'll be layin' where the dead at

You rappers suckers, you can tell them that I said that

If nothin' else but the hustle, you gon respect that

[Lloyd:]

Oh yeah

I lost my daddy at a early age,

Told my mama don't cry for me,

If I trade tomorrow in for yesterday, oh how much different my life would be,

But that's in my dreams, back to reality,

Tryna get outta these street lights, so I won't have to live this street life,

No more, No More [x2] No

Guess, this is my life

And I wanna live it right

I don't wanna run the streets no more, no [x2]