"No One Told Us (Extended Version)" lyrics
(feat. Leon Thomas & Fetty Wap)
[Leon Thomas:]
No one told us what we're here for (ooh, oh)
Lord, don't You let us get guided wrong, no
Poverty is all we know
So hustlin' is all we know
Forgive us for our sins, Lord
No one told us what we're here for
[50 Cent:]
I'm a magician, I put that pain in the pot
Ice cubes, watch it lock, now look at what we got
I turn a brick to a drop, a fiend strip to a spot
A G-pack to a knot, your sister into a thot
From storefronts to a block, a lil' bread to a lot
Slap box to the Glock, turned a stab wound to a shot
I know magic, black magic, blue magic
Get the duji, bitch, get the Uzi
Niggas still couldn't move me
I'm back with my dope-boy grammar
Your daddy made your mama eat every box in Atlanta
Freak shit, peep shit, keep shit
On the low, but everybody know
[Leon Thomas:]
No one told us what we're here for (ooh, oh)
Lord, don't You let us get guided wrong, no
Poverty is all we know
So hustlin' is all we know
Forgive us for our sins, Lord (ah)
No one told us what we're here for (yeah, baby)
[Fetty Wap:]
(For real) Lord, forgive me for my sins 'cause hustlin' all I know (aye)
I got money comin' in long as fiends at the door (yeah bae)
When the prices get high, I can get 'em for the low (I)
I've been up and down 95, beatin' up the road
And my vision got clearer, on God, I can see now
My table got smaller, I removed a lot of seats now
And I don't be around the same niggas I used to be 'round
And I can count on one hand to help me down (yeah bae)
Promise I won't go for nothin'
On my ten, ain't fold the line
Acting like I owe 'em somethin', nigga, I don't owe 'em nothin'
In the field, hustlin' for real, all I know is money
And these niggas ain't what they seem
They be sweet as honey (yeah, bae)
When I hear that (whoop-whoop)
(Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo) I just get to running
Niggas out here screamin', "Loyalty," man, that shit be funny
Always chosen over royalty, couldn't take it from me
Now I'm home, runnin' up a bag, now they say they love me
[Leon Thomas:]
No one told us what we're here for (ooh, oh)
Lord, don't You let us get guided wrong, no
Poverty is all we know
So hustlin' is all we know
Forgive us for our sins, Lord
No one told us what we're here for
Ah, oh-oh, ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ah
(Ooh-ooh-ooh)
No one told us what we're here for (ooh, oh)
Lord, don't You let us get guided wrong, no
Poverty is all we know
So hustlin' is all we know
Forgive us for our sins, Lord
No one told us what we're here for
[50 Cent:]
I'm a magician, I put that pain in the pot
Ice cubes, watch it lock, now look at what we got
I turn a brick to a drop, a fiend strip to a spot
A G-pack to a knot, your sister into a thot
From storefronts to a block, a lil' bread to a lot
Slap box to the Glock, turned a stab wound to a shot
I know magic, black magic, blue magic
Get the duji, bitch, get the Uzi
Niggas still couldn't move me
I'm back with my dope-boy grammar
Your daddy made your mama eat every box in Atlanta
Freak shit, peep shit, keep shit
On the low, but everybody know
[Leon Thomas:]
No one told us what we're here for (ooh, oh)
Lord, don't You let us get guided wrong, no
Poverty is all we know
So hustlin' is all we know
Forgive us for our sins, Lord (ah)
No one told us what we're here for (yeah, baby)
[Fetty Wap:]
(For real) Lord, forgive me for my sins 'cause hustlin' all I know (aye)
I got money comin' in long as fiends at the door (yeah bae)
When the prices get high, I can get 'em for the low (I)
I've been up and down 95, beatin' up the road
And my vision got clearer, on God, I can see now
My table got smaller, I removed a lot of seats now
And I don't be around the same niggas I used to be 'round
And I can count on one hand to help me down (yeah bae)
Promise I won't go for nothin'
On my ten, ain't fold the line
Acting like I owe 'em somethin', nigga, I don't owe 'em nothin'
In the field, hustlin' for real, all I know is money
And these niggas ain't what they seem
They be sweet as honey (yeah, bae)
When I hear that (whoop-whoop)
(Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo) I just get to running
Niggas out here screamin', "Loyalty," man, that shit be funny
Always chosen over royalty, couldn't take it from me
Now I'm home, runnin' up a bag, now they say they love me
[Leon Thomas:]
No one told us what we're here for (ooh, oh)
Lord, don't You let us get guided wrong, no
Poverty is all we know
So hustlin' is all we know
Forgive us for our sins, Lord
No one told us what we're here for
Ah, oh-oh, ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ah
(Ooh-ooh-ooh)
