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