Nowadays Lyrics by PnB Rock
[Intro]
Used to sleep in the crib, no heat on
Put some crates under the bed, just to sleep on
Put syrup on my bread, just to eat on
Nowadays, look at n—-s, we on
[Hook/Chorus]
Yeah
Yeah I had to bust my life up
Get my change up, had to get my ice up
Get my bands up, had to get my mans up
For the block, yeah I do it for my fam “yeah”
[Verse 1]
Here’s a little story bout a n—a named PNB
Know a couple p—y n—-s thinking bout deleting me
I don’t give a f–k though, cause I keep that thing with me
When them n—-s run into me, keep that same energy
Came from a broken home, momma she was never home
All our fathers dead and gone, yeah they left us all alone
Momma had to sell crack, ‘member n—-s took her pack
Robbed her for a f—–g sack, now we gotta start from scratch
In and out of shelters, felt like God found us
All these f—–g family members, ain’t nobody help us
It don’t even matter though, we gone be rich one day
‘Til then I’m on the block, trapping up a one-way
N—-s talking crazy they don’t want no f—–g gun play
I’ll pull up on that n—a block, on a Sunday
Church day, I’ll turn that s–t into a hearse day
Every time you see me, I be riding with my 30
Every time you see me, I be sliding with my 30
Give a oppa 42, feel like James Worthy
Leave a n—a brains on the sides, where the curb be
Leave a n—a name on his shirt, like a jersey
Opp s–t, yeah we pop s–t, like a perky
Opp’s talking all that hot s–t but still ain’t hurt me
N—-s disrespect my brother name we gone murk ’em
Slide through they block, we gone do them n—-s dirty “yeah”
[Pre-Hook/Chorus]
Used to sleep in the crib, no heat on “yeah”
Put some crates under the bed, just to sleep on “yeah”
Put syrup on my bread, just to eat on “yeah”
Nowadays, look at n—-s, we on “yeah”
Nowadays, look at n—-s, we up
Still ain’t comfortable so I ain’t got my feet up “yeah”
Trap phone jumping off the meter “yeah”
I need 50K for a feature “yeah”
[Hook/Chorus]
Yeah I had to bust my life up
Get my change up, had to get my ice up “ice”
Get my bands up, had to get my mans up
For the block, yeah I do it for my fam “yeah”
[Verse 2]
Do it for the block, can’t just do it for my gang “gang”
Do it for the squad, yeah you know it’s New Lane “skrt”
F–k all these other n—-s, oh they so lame
F–k all these rap n—-s, I’ll take one of they chain
Cause they sweet, yeah them n—-s hoes
They don’t want no smoke
I’ll pull up to they show with all my bro’s, with all these poles
Like what’s happening?
We can get it crackin, we can get it poppin
We gone f–k them n—-s up then we gone run all in they pocket
Cause they sweet, yeah them n—-s hoes, told yo a-s before
I ain’t nothing like these n—-s that be singing to these hoes
Cause I be singing and I be trappin and I be riding round with my foe
All these lames gone get exposed, I just get it with my woes
[Pre-Hook/Chorus]
Used to sleep in the crib, no heat on “with no heat on”
Put some crates under the bed, just to sleep on
Put syrup on my bread, just to eat on “just to eat on”
Nowadays, look at n—-s, we on “yeah”
Nowadays, look at n—-s, we up “yeah”
Still ain’t comfortable so I ain’t got my feet up “yeah”
Trap phone jumping off the meter “yeah”
I need 50K for a feature “yeah”
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