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Alegator - March 15 2009 Lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
We just kids, wilding tryna make it rich
Selling rock to the block, make it quick
Little girls turn to hoes, turn to tricks
Smoking meth, huffing shit, snorting bricks

[Chorus]
You’re a fucking bitch, steal it off your wrist
Trapping outta downtown apartment 6
6th street where good life don’t exist
Strapped up downtown apartment 6
Little kids toting Glocks, hitting licks
Trapping outta downtown apartment 6
Thinking that they cool with blood on their fists
Strapped up downtown apartment 6

[Verse 1]
We were broke, broke, tryna make ends meet
So we moved from 57th to 6 street
Please be careful who you greet
For all you know some these people got a fleet
Of warriors on their back, I bеt they're holding gats
I bet thеy run the Ave, own that and got face tats
I bet they on a Xan, harass people in mass
I bet they selling mags, puff gas and moving ass
Never know, whew what, you never know
I got homies who will kill you over blow
I got homies that will steal all of your gold
Fake or real they don’t give a fuck no no
[Pre-Chorus]
We just kids, wilding tryna make it rich
Selling rock to the block, make it quick
Little girls turn to hoes, turn to tricks
Smoking meth, huffing shit, snorting bricks

[Chorus]
You’re a fucking bitch, steal it off your wrist
Trapping outta downtown apartment 6
6th street where good life don’t exist
Strapped up downtown apartment 6
Little kids toting Glocks, hitting licks
Trapping outta downtown apartment 6
Thinking that they cool with blood on their fists
Strapped up downtown apartment 6

[Verse 2]
Lock your cars even though that will not help
If it weren’t for the south this would be hell
Little shooters pulling up in the night
6 deep fucking chilling getting high
I’m glad I grabbed a mic, I’m glad chose to fly
I’m glad I had both parents to teach me what is right
Stupid people breaking into our shit, earning stripes
Nowadays I’m fed up with it, full of strife
Thank god for St. Vincent, we didn’t have any riches
We got five dollar gifts the sixth and Christmas
It’s wild all the things that I would witness
All my homies goons that ain’t none of my business
[Pre-Chorus]
We just kids, wildin, tryna make it rich
Selling rock to the block, make it quick
Little girls turn to hoes, turn to tricks
Smoking meth, huffing shit, snorting bricks

[Chorus]
You’re a fucking bitch, steal it off your wrist
Trapping outta downtown apartment 6
6th street where good life don’t exist
Strapped up downtown apartment 6
Little kids toting Glocks, hitting licks
Trapping outta downtown apartment 6
Thinking that they cool with blood on their fists
Strapped up downtown apartment 6

[Verse 3]
2009, what a time to be alive
The recession wildin in front of our eyes
Move to the area we despise
Mom and dad worried full of sleepless nights
My whole life has been apartments, this ain’t new
Grew up poor keep it between me and you
Left Mexico to move to SuFu
Just to end up in a hood whipping like stew
I don’t know about you but we ain’t staying
That’s why it pisses me off to see complaining
Change your situation, bitch, all I’m saying
Is I’m a fucking immigrant bitch and I ain’t playing
When I say I’ll make a fucking milli, if you doubt me
You’re a bitch (censored)
Next thing I know we living large on 25th
Summit avenue little fucking bitch
[Chorus]
You’re a fucking bitch, fucking steal it off your wrist
Trapping outta downtown apartment 6
6th street where good life don’t exist
Strapped up downtown apartment 6
Little kids toting Glocks, hitting licks
Trapping outta downtown apartment 6
Thinking that they cool with blood on their fists
Strapped up downtown apartment 6