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50 dickinson st - nu jerzey twork lyrics

[intro]
i’m only focused on my endeavors
i ain’t promised tomorrow, it’s either now or never
no daddy round, it was just child and mother
that’s mama crib sitting on the album cover
that sh*t burned down, i’m happy she alive
that sh*t burned down with memories inside
i know (pain)

[hook]
been too much going on, stay from round here
mama in the room, we had pounds there
heaven upstairs, h*ll downstairs
what we get into
education was so miniscule
house phone was off the house when we was missing school
we had so much traffic in the living room

[verse]
it started out with *bleep* uncle hamilton and (?)
he handed me a pack
i went ham to get it off
selling 5 to get 50 bucks, ready to see the mall
a devil’s hat and some new pants to hit it off
gave $400 to *bleep*, he granted me a ball
sleeping on his daughter mattress
she had canopies and all
granted, i was dealing with a family of frauds
i keep eating with this n*gga*
i was guaranteed to starve
resolve, i hit regime up with the work, it’s coming custom
n*gga told the plug i had to suffer
i told myself he’d pay for what he did to me
i got him where i wanted him then i crushed him
started pinching off the re*up, that’s the hustle
dropped 47 thousand and it crushed him
gun c*cked while he counting, i’m just clutching
if he notice 3 missing i’mma buss him
only here for consolidation
made it all off brown sugar, sanaa lathan
i finally made it
bought a crib, say hi to neighbors
i wave like jfk but i’m ronald regan
crack sales, most of my clients are white and racist
i used to be a n*gga, i call em, like “how’s it hanging?”
lot of day shifts
lot of moves in moderations
god is gracious, we ain’t never grant mama bas*m*nt (pain)
[hook]
been too much going on, stay from round here
mama in the room, we had pounds there
heaven upstairs, h*ll downstairs
what we get into
education was so miniscule
house phone was off the house when we was missing school
we had so much traffic in the living room

pain
too much going on, stay from round here
mama in her room, we had pounds there
heaven upstairs, h*ll downstairs

- nu jerzey twork lyrics

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