"Dollar 09 Throwback" lyrics
Hey homeboy take this and roll a blunt
1999 To 2009
Who would have thought your boy
From over yonder be over here today
Huh
I appreciate God for everything he′s done for me
My supporters for the love they shown
And the haters for letting me know I'm on their mind
Since the seventh grade I was told I′d never excel
Hopeless I'll end up either dead or in jail
Destined to fail
But I done came too far to turn back
I'm just poor white trash from the wrong side of the tracks
Learned to add and subtract
And I never went back
To that little school I had been sent to
Found some shit I could get into
Been through more by the time I was 18
Than most people go through before they 30
I′m from the motherfuckin dirty dirty
Trouble maker hard headed motherfucker
In one ear and out the other
I got a brother named bubba
Different daddy same mother
Remind me of me when I was younger
Little bad motherfucker
Mama tell me son it′s time you settled down
Mama your babies a player and I get around
I be up all night gone on that Hennessy and weed
Only thing that help me deal with all this jealousy
If I had a dollar for all of y'all
Wanna see me in my grave
I could just pack up and move away
Spend the rest of my days getting paid
If I had a dime for every time
Some sucker tried to salt my game
I′d be in the islands doing fine
Counting money sipping some champagne
Inhale the weed smoke ease my tension
I was a bad boy in and out of juvenile detention
I grew up makin bonds to get back on the streets
I concentrated on paper just to get back on my feet
I'm money minded
I saw my people progress paranoid
Underneath the bullet proof vest staying stressed
Peeping out the curtains knowing death is certain
I know them killers is lurking
Ha ha
Smirking when I ride by they broke ass
I ain′t studying them they ain't making no cash
I′m a let them royalty checks accumulate
I'm so good with it nothing you can do but hate
My people in a recession on the verge of a depression
We don't want to hustle do you have any suggestions
Seems like we never learn a lesson
And I find myself asking the same old questions
I gotta be thinking of getting my ass killed
Filled with shrapnel
Cause over the past years it′s bad hearin blasts fell
This one′s for the homies lost they life up on the battle field
Waiting for the record deal we pack steel that's real
Drop the cd now every jack ass clucker
Out to keep me thinking I′m a million dollar motherfucker
But at night I can't sleep I toss and turn
Visions of Benzs being bought and money being burned
I may not hit the billboard but I′m keeping it crunk
And I get much love in big woods and Lil Will's trunk
Even though the east coast and west coast may not see that
I get big love where I be at bitch believe that
So many setbacks I got to try to overcome
I take another sip of liquor just to keep me numb
I know these haters love to catch me straight buck me and laugh
While them AK-47 shells cut me in half
Then you woke up hater
Get up off your ass boy
And stop hating on me and mine and go out and get your own
That′s what the hell you need to do
Huh
10 Years
Bring that hook back boy
1999 To 2009
Who would have thought your boy
From over yonder be over here today
Huh
I appreciate God for everything he′s done for me
My supporters for the love they shown
And the haters for letting me know I'm on their mind
Since the seventh grade I was told I′d never excel
Hopeless I'll end up either dead or in jail
Destined to fail
But I done came too far to turn back
I'm just poor white trash from the wrong side of the tracks
Learned to add and subtract
And I never went back
To that little school I had been sent to
Found some shit I could get into
Been through more by the time I was 18
Than most people go through before they 30
I′m from the motherfuckin dirty dirty
Trouble maker hard headed motherfucker
In one ear and out the other
I got a brother named bubba
Different daddy same mother
Remind me of me when I was younger
Little bad motherfucker
Mama tell me son it′s time you settled down
Mama your babies a player and I get around
I be up all night gone on that Hennessy and weed
Only thing that help me deal with all this jealousy
If I had a dollar for all of y'all
Wanna see me in my grave
I could just pack up and move away
Spend the rest of my days getting paid
If I had a dime for every time
Some sucker tried to salt my game
I′d be in the islands doing fine
Counting money sipping some champagne
Inhale the weed smoke ease my tension
I was a bad boy in and out of juvenile detention
I grew up makin bonds to get back on the streets
I concentrated on paper just to get back on my feet
I'm money minded
I saw my people progress paranoid
Underneath the bullet proof vest staying stressed
Peeping out the curtains knowing death is certain
I know them killers is lurking
Ha ha
Smirking when I ride by they broke ass
I ain′t studying them they ain't making no cash
I′m a let them royalty checks accumulate
I'm so good with it nothing you can do but hate
My people in a recession on the verge of a depression
We don't want to hustle do you have any suggestions
Seems like we never learn a lesson
And I find myself asking the same old questions
I gotta be thinking of getting my ass killed
Filled with shrapnel
Cause over the past years it′s bad hearin blasts fell
This one′s for the homies lost they life up on the battle field
Waiting for the record deal we pack steel that's real
Drop the cd now every jack ass clucker
Out to keep me thinking I′m a million dollar motherfucker
But at night I can't sleep I toss and turn
Visions of Benzs being bought and money being burned
I may not hit the billboard but I′m keeping it crunk
And I get much love in big woods and Lil Will's trunk
Even though the east coast and west coast may not see that
I get big love where I be at bitch believe that
So many setbacks I got to try to overcome
I take another sip of liquor just to keep me numb
I know these haters love to catch me straight buck me and laugh
While them AK-47 shells cut me in half
Then you woke up hater
Get up off your ass boy
And stop hating on me and mine and go out and get your own
That′s what the hell you need to do
Huh
10 Years
Bring that hook back boy
