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Yeah Yeah, yeah (Where you're from, where you're from) Yeah, I could die tonight, so today I'm finna go get paid I'm the violent type so don't play 'less you want yo grave We was in the hood, rent was late, ain't have section 8 Had a.38 in the 8th, moved on 68th Then they put us out, we was sleeping on my auntie couch Then she put us out, stomach growling, stealing from the Ralph's If I pull it out Ima send a nigga to the clouds Watch them bullets bounce, fell in love with guns, I love the sound, yeah From the sun up till the sun is down, yeah Tryna run it up, I'm running wild, yeah From the sun up till the sun is down, yeah Tryna run it up, I'm running wild, yeah I don't fear no man, only Allah got the upper hand Lost too many friends to the down the streets, I can't pretend That I'll make amends, I know that the blood gon' spill again Hanging on them corners same as hanging from a ceiling fan When I see my fans I'm too paranoid to shake they hands Clutching on the blam, don't know if you foe or if you fam I don't gotta plan, I'm just out here thuggin' till the end Niggas know I'll never fold or bend, yeah Songtexte From the sun up till the sun is down, yeah Tryna run it up, I'm running wild, yeah From the sun up till the sun is down, yeah Aus Songtexte Mania