More songs by Wallie the Sensei
Description
Producer: Heartbreak
Producer: Axel
Writer: Traquan Tyson
Lyrics and translation
Original
Take off the Gucci, the Louis, the watches and chains
Put Wally in the jungle with the killers and he coming out the same
I just paid my rent with my distro
I used to rob with a plastic pistol
I used to run around the hood wearing fake gold
Now I'm finna have the whole game in a chokehold
My whole life is a story but it's untold
Tell me, can you read through the gun smoke?
No matter how far I go
In my head, I'm in the hood and it ain't no place better
I need somebody
I'm about to break these chains
I'm about to make a way
I'm about to break away
My hands is up today
Persecuting me for who I am
Just because you wasn't born this way, I
I'm fed up
Some days it's hard for me to keep my head up
But that don't mean I stop, I still gotta get my bread up
So when that shit get hard, lil' nigga, keep your head up
English translation
Take off the Gucci, the Louis, the watches and chains
Put Wally in the jungle with the killers and he coming out the same
I just paid my rent with my distro
I used to rob with a plastic pistol
I used to run around the hood wearing fake gold
Now I'm finna have the whole game in a chokehold
My whole life is a story but it's untold
Tell me, can you read through the gun smoke?
No matter how far I go
In my head, I'm in the hood and it ain't no place better
I need somebody
I'm about to break these chains
I'm about to make a way
I'm about to break away
My hands is up today
Persecuting me for who I am
Just because you wasn't born this way, I
I'm fed up
Some days it's hard for me to keep my head up
But that don't mean I stop, I still gotta get my bread up
So when that shit get hard, lil' nigga, keep your head up