Letra de 'Paid The Price (feat. 22Vizz)' de AyyLeek

(Yeah)
Yeah, I'ts that 22 shit man

Ayleek

I can't leave the crib
Can't leave my house without that fire
I've done been through shit, but I made my way
I paid the price (I paid the price)
Gotta get this shit
Wanted this shit for my whole life
Can't sell my soul
I'm way too real got too much pride

Had to go count me them blues
Roll me the gas and I slide
Bih shit new bread big moves
You can't walk a mile in my size
You brody, a chicken like Popeyes (Popeyes)
We get up and get it on my side (my side)
Growing up I was shown no love
So I'm not afraid to die

I've been workin' all night and day
Work 9-5 and I broke down the yay
I just need to find a way
Gotta raise my seed I ain't dying today
Fuck nigga get out the way
You ain't tryna eat
I'ma come down your plate
Fuck nigga we ain't hiding, we hanging
Nigga want some, his mind get made (mind get made)
Gotta feed my child, my baby
Lay your ass down if you try to take me
I'd smoke a pound a day if I could

Sometimes I wanna fly away (wanna fly away)
Henny it got me faded
I've been through shit
You can't cry away (can't cry away)
And I'm ten toes down till my dying day
978 child I'm crazy
Ion care bout what you got to say (what you got to say)
Smokin' got me paranoid
Gotta keep that fire today (gotta keep that fire today)
What the fuck is you tryna say?
I don't wanna have your mom cry today (your mom cry today)

Nigga you ain't gotta die today
Nigga these streets go all kinds of ways (all kinds of ways)
I just wanna ride the wraith
Wanna stack my cheese
Wanna slide the cedez
I made up my mind today
Now I'm in my lane no time to waste
Bitch I got no time to wait
You ain't down with a nigga
You ain't bout the cake (you ain't bout the cake)
Lil bitch I'm about the paper
Ain't shit else that I'm tryna chase

I can't leave the crib
Can't leave my house without that fire
I've done been through shit, but I made my way
I paid the price (I paid the price)
Gotta get this shit
Wanted this shit for my whole life
Can't sell my soul
I'm way too real got too much pride

Had to go count me them blues
Roll me the gas and I slide
Bih shit new bread big moves
You can't walk a mile in my size
You brody, a chicken like Popeyes (Popeyes)
We get up and get it on my side (my side)
Growing up I was shown no love
So I'm not afraid to die

I ain't shit when came up
Now I can't have enough
I close my eyes all I see is paper adding up
Bitch nigga you bad or what
We gon' let his whole squad go gas em up
Nigga you ain't gon' crash for num'
Try me ion think he want die for nun

I smoke that gas I keep that fire
I'm finna blow up (I finna blow up)
I rolled that shit for all the times
They wasn't for us (they wasn't for us)
Yeah they know they dead wrong for that
Big chain got my soul attached
I came out the rain still doing my thing
I been through the storm and back (through the rain)

Came up round shooters
A mile away could knock your head off (yeah)
Need my weight in hunnids
Hit the gas now I can't let off (yeah)
I'm bout my bread all these hoes
On my dick won't get off (yeah)
Yea we gon' dead all
Y'all try me they fire that lead off (yeah)

Ain't on my team you dead off
Getting money with the bro
Break the bread up
Bitch status you pussy need to get up
Gotta make it out I could never let up

I paid me the price to live this life
I took me the risk yeah I rolled the dice
I sold me the pack for the lower price
I knew we had hope for a better life