WhiteGold - In My Ways lyrics

[Hook] Caught up in my ways How I was raised Up in a city where only crime pays Hustling daily, you cannot save me The come up is coming, been feeling it lately Caught up in my ways How I was raised Up in a city where only crime pays Hustling daily, you cannot save me The come up is coming, been feeling it lately [Verse 1] Product of my environment Raised in the south A cracka slugged up with twelve f**ing golds in the mouth Drinking whisky up out the bottle Baby twisting my dreads Tryna dig off in her p**y but she got other heads So it's back to the block in the rental I'm a** out See a sweet a** lick lurking body cast out I'm at the bottom of the barrel b**h sh** ain't sweet Where they knock your dome loose, leave blood on the concrete Savage lifestyle where a motherf**er would blues ya Take your a** off the surface, even front page news ya I stay to myself for a reason and I ain't slipping up After I f** a b**h, call my phone and I ain't picking up I know you want me to spend something on you because you gave it up Better take that cash a**istance check you getting hoe and save it up Ain't no duck a** cracka, I'm on point with this sh** I'm in the cut on that crown, kicking back getting lit [Hook] Caught up in my ways How I was raised Up in a city where only crime pays Hustling daily, you cannot save me The come up is coming, been feeling it lately Caught up in my ways How I was raised Up in a city where only crime pays Hustling daily, you cannot save me The come up is coming, been feeling it lately [Verse 2] A couple years ago I lost my brother to cancer And I been f**ed up ever since, till awaiting an answer Out her thugging it daily with my zoes and catching plays In the city of no pity where youngsters they totting pays Only cracka posted on the block in the 14 Heat in the time piece full propped on the car door I ain't worried about sh**, everybody I know is a shooter Chop a big body b**h down to a mini cooper Red head pay like powder with a mouth full of slugs Hanging out at the Arab store where they selling the d** I'm just vibing to the beat and that Gucci in the Chevy next to me Feeling kinda faded, think this drink got the best of me The story of my life, ain't got no wife, I'm married to the game I get on the track and get it hyped like Barry White I start to sing And b**hes they just want time, I tried but I can't give it to em So everyone I run across, down the line I seem to loose em [Hook] Caught up in my ways How I was raised Up in a city where only crime pays Hustling daily, you cannot save me The come up is coming, been feeling it lately Caught up in my ways How I was raised Up in a city where only crime pays Hustling daily, you cannot save me The come up is coming, been feeling it lately