TNE Jaypee, Lil Maxxx - Unthinkable Lyrics

Man these streets don't love nobody
I already knew that shit but that shit just hit different
When a nigga you used to fuck with tough cross you
Same nigga I got my first brick from on god
Looked up to this nigga like a older brother
Niggas hate when you pass they ass up though
Hoe ass nigga set me up 3 days before my birthday
How the fuck I'm supposed to enjoy that shit
(I had to fake that shit)
Shit really just made me grind harder and smarter
Now I'm balling on all you hoe ass niggas
When they starving watching, they'll do the unthinkable
Same ones pocket watching, they'll by a mirror just to be seen with you
We get money, you opposite but I met or know a feen or 2
Let's talk bout bosses, why nobody ever think of you
We came up different, you had to be there, don't ask me why we risk it
I start to think bout the nights snuck out the house to roll up swishers
Now I roll in my kitchen, got more backwoods then I got dishes
Feel like it's what I'm posed to do I'm working ion make no wishes
Now I'm getting paper, they want my image, see you niggas copy me
Move one deep, pistol need a scope, just incase they stalking me
Aint finish college, still making dollars but I ain't make it to the league
The family got me, y'all niggas toxic and Top Notch ain't signing weenies
Feel like a 76er, I'm a baller
I can roll up in a philly now
The streets cold, keep ya heat in a jacket, I ain't never chillin out
Drop singles hitting on everybody head, now they say they feel me now
Wanna go gold before I'm dead, RIP with some millions
Eat or you gont starve get it how you living
Know junkies who went in and out the cars to find a way to feed they children
How we different, we all got scars I just wrap mines up in Givenchy
Pray God can forgive me, if he see I'm rocking Christian Dior
When they starving watching, they'll do the unthinkable
Same ones pocket watching, they'll by a mirror just to be seen with you
We get money, you opposite but I met or know a feen or 2
Let's talk bout bosses, why nobody ever think of you
(Look)
Fuck putting yo trust up in them niggas
That shit gont get you burnt
Street smart then a mufucka I can write a book on everything I learnt
Every since that last L, I bounced back
Stg now I'm turnt
Real hustler
(Fr)
Stayed down for everything that I fucking earned
Any nigga that crossed me, either dead or broke
Now that's a fact
All it take is just one call and a couple bricks I can get you whacked
(Bye bye)
The last nigga thought it was coo
Caught him lacking that's the end of that
(Bitch)
Watch who you cross nigga
Once you fuck up it ain't no coming back
(Pussy)

Man these streets don't love nobody
I already knew that shit but that shit just hit different
When a nigga you used to fuck with tough cross you
Same nigga I got my first brick from on god
Looked up to this nigga like a older brother
Niggas hate when you pass they ass up though
Hoe ass nigga set me up 3 days before my birthday
How the fuck I'm supposed to enjoy that shit
(I had to fake that shit)
Shit really just made me grind harder and smarter
Now I'm balling on all you hoe ass niggas
When they starving watching, they'll do the unthinkable
Same ones pocket watching, they'll by a mirror just to be seen with you
We get money, you opposite but I met or know a feen or 2
Let's talk bout bosses, why nobody ever think of you
We came up different, you had to be there, don't ask me why we risk it
I start to think bout the nights snuck out the house to roll up swishers
Now I roll in my kitchen, got more backwoods then I got dishes
Feel like it's what I'm posed to do I'm working ion make no wishes
Now I'm getting paper, they want my image, see you niggas copy me
Move one deep, pistol need a scope, just incase they stalking me
Aint finish college, still making dollars but I ain't make it to the league
The family got me, y'all niggas toxic and Top Notch ain't signing weenies
Feel like a 76er, I'm a baller
I can roll up in a philly now
The streets cold, keep ya heat in a jacket, I ain't never chillin out
Drop singles hitting on everybody head, now they say they feel me now
Wanna go gold before I'm dead, RIP with some millions
Eat or you gont starve get it how you living
Know junkies who went in and out the cars to find a way to feed they children
How we different, we all got scars I just wrap mines up in Givenchy
Pray God can forgive me, if he see I'm rocking Christian Dior
When they starving watching, they'll do the unthinkable
Same ones pocket watching, they'll by a mirror just to be seen with you
We get money, you opposite but I met or know a feen or 2
Let's talk bout bosses, why nobody ever think of you
(Look)
Fuck putting yo trust up in them niggas
That shit gont get you burnt
Street smart then a mufucka I can write a book on everything I learnt
Every since that last L, I bounced back
Stg now I'm turnt
Real hustler
(Fr)
Stayed down for everything that I fucking earned
Any nigga that crossed me, either dead or broke
Now that's a fact
All it take is just one call and a couple bricks I can get you whacked
(Bye bye)
The last nigga thought it was coo
Caught him lacking that's the end of that
(Bitch)
Watch who you cross nigga
Once you fuck up it ain't no coming back
(Pussy)