U Turn My Whole World Around Lyrics

U Turn My Whole World Around

Intro:

Yea I know it's hard in life

But you gotta keep goin'

Keep your head up, be strong, stay focused

Through all my tears and pain, trials and tribulations

I can truly say, I've been blessed, real shit c'mon



Chorus:

U turn my whole world around (I dedicate this to you, my music, 

yeah, lets go)

U turn my whole world around (Without it I'll still be on the block husslin,

and for real ya'll)



Verse:

First off I was always caught rappin' on the spot

me and the fellas laughin' on the block

hypes askin' for rocks (what you got?)

broke no dope baggin' up or not

20 moes braggin' on the block

tryna make it happen on the block (on the real)

label as the hottest one Tanya son

group of niggas deep and we all gotta gun

stalk to the streets and we all gotta son

some don't know a bitter lick

never knew what we were dealin with

gang bang killa shit

fillin clips

livin' through the realest shit

still stealin' pits

yeah some gotta give

young gotta kid

talk but it's none that I did

still frontin' for a gig what



Chorus:

U turn my whole world around (Lord knows I done came a long way

in these cold streets don't play hear me when I say)

U turn my whole world around (Without you I ain't nothin' naw I ain't

bluffin' nigga the some real ass shit ya'll don't hear me) 



Verse:

It starts off I meet this kat named Smacks

braided up hat banged back

he see that I happened to rap (A lil' man Inna put you on)

Smacks put me in this concert 

to see if I'm worth

will my rhymes

rapped one bombed verse

stole the whole concert (nigga what?)

since the moment rappin' I been on it

happy I ain't happy packin' in the mornin'

flipin good crack while im flowin'

picture nights in the mix

nights in the tip

dream of a life of a prince

now I'm writin' for my chips

high off of spliff

ride through th strip

eyes with a glimpse

9 on my hip

rhymes was a gift

young ang thuggin' life was a bitch but



Chorus:

(Repeat 1x)



Verse:

Listen it's different chris

different sys.

now I'm on some different shit

mention this

different crib

different whip

new 9 different clip

same grind different tip

stickin' with the sickes lyric fit

chris made it to his goal it's on I'm rollin' on

wait hold on

the road is long

young colly on

I'm 18 flowin' on the strongest song

nigga I can hold my own (shhh)

on the low

imma blow for show

when get this dough

ya know

no more husslin crack

bubblin' stacks

shovin me back

my son on my back

get my mother a flat

as long as gunnin' the track it's real



Chorus:

(Repeat til song over)