Yung Redd & Lil Ron

Yung Redd & Lil Ron - Swallow My Pride lyrics

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(feat. Gritboyz) 



[talking:] 

N-D-T-P (yeah), nigga 

Get your money nigga, get your money nigga 

I'm just saying though, I'm still on the block man 

I'm trying to get mine, but I'ma tell y'all like a nigga told me man 

Get your money till you D-I-E man 



[Yung Redd:] 

See I can't back my ways, partna not even if I tried 

Never swallow my pride, or keep my feelings inside 

There ain't nothing to hide, you can see it in my eyes 

A couple minor setbacks, still at least I tried 

For every nigga that died, for every mama that cried 

To every kid that heard a shot, scared to come outside 

Pay attention y'all, I'ma tell you like a nigga told me 

No matter what, get paper till you D-I-E nigga 

With all the shit that I been through, dead ends where I been to 

It's a couple of issues, I'd rather not get into 

Never thought I'd fill my vault, with just a paper and pencil 

You ain't gotta pay me back, for that money I sent ya 

Took mine, while the getting was good 

Feel like a prison, just to live in the hood 

If ya could ya would, find a way out never wear your days out 

And really I'm just trying to get paid, till I fade out 



[Hook:] 

Nine when I ride, high until I die 

Don't ask why, I just won't mind 

Rain sunshine, I'm on my grind 

Don't ask why, I'd never swallow my pride 

Yeah listen you'll never do me, and it's a million niggaz in the street like me 

My eyes wired shut, you don't see what I see 

I've been hunting for weeks, ain't no time to sleep 

Still a nigga gotta eat, try to feel me 



[Lil Ron:] 

Ask no questions, get told no lies 

That's why I blow the arm, when I'm rolling by 

Why do I get so high, cause I'm solo in the ride 

I trust no one, to ride on the other side 

You gotta walk in my shoes, to see it like I see it 

If ain't no money being made, I ain't staying I'm leaving 

Not down, with betraying the fam' believe it 

I'm just relieving my mind, it's time for me to speak it 

It ain't a click of niggaz, like the team I run with 

Bitches get y'all set up, cause y'all doing dumb shit 

Click-boom there go the tool, speaking to you fools 

He was innocent, but his man made too many moves 

Oh well, his chick like taking pictures nude 

Running through the crew, I ain't faking what you do 

I play photographer, and let her do what she do 

Run through the homies let her screw, she screwed 



[Hook] 



[Unique:] 

Collect the thoughts, from the back of my mind and then 

Reel 'em out, in the raps that I rhyme and then 

Resco', go package 'em down 

Hit the block grind 'em hard, like a package of dimes yeah 

I'm on my mash fa sho, I can't stall black 

You can call me what you want, cause I be all that 

Tickle this fo' nickel, and make you fall back 

You came all tough but nigga, had to crawl back 

I see facts, had the figga fa sho' 

Peep game peep lames, that these niggaz is hoes 

Yeah it take work, just to get in the do' 

But why you faking and you shaking, I'll be getting this do' ay 



[Scooby:] 

Some niggaz, ain't acting the same mayn 

Grit bout to start, slapping you lames mayn 

Our money nigga, that ain't a game mayn 

You try to get us, we gon splatter your brains mayn 

And I'm harder, than any you artists 

I'ma be the nigga in the winter, that's getting it regardless you retarded 

And the meaning, we bringing it so important 

Of you thinking of intervening, believe that you a target yeah 

And I'm making it better, for niggaz that's starving 

Trying to get they cheese up, we can't leave 'em back they need us 

Please brah, you ain't walked on my streets 

So how the fuck, you gon have the nuts to try me yeah 



[Hook] 



[Poppy:] 

See I am what I am, and it is what it is 

I've seen some shife shit, in the city I live 

Lil' kids man they out there bad, they out on the Ave 

With a mouth full of butter, chasing mountains of cash 

And on the other half, some cats is taking another path 

Struggling wondering, how long will the trouble last 

I'm trying to bubble past, what everyone expected fo' me 

Accept it homie, this the road God selected fo' me 

So don't question my motives, know that I'm focused 

Niggaz is hating I'm hear em, and I know that they bogus 

But, I ain't gon let my boat pass me by 

So when I do what I do, don't ask my why 



[Hook]
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