No More Lyrics - Dj Drama

Yeah, Willie The Kid 

Bright lights, street lights 

Summertime in apartment 409 

Had to clean up the kitchen with 409 

It was cookin' up work, while my granny at work 

My big cuz, he ain't understand me at first 

He said the court room or the casket 

I'm like dude, either way you need cash and a nice suit 

The street lights where I found my strength 

Be with four rich men and you bound to be the fifth 

Let's go 

I lost my daddy at a early age 

Told my mama, don't cry for me 

If I trade tomorrow in for yesterday 

Oh, how much different my life would be 

But that's in my dreams, back to reality 

Tryna get outta these street lights 

So I won't have to live this street life 

No more, no more 

No more, no more, no 

Just gotta learn to deal with problems 

If you're young and from slum with no father 

Got killed when you was little, still got mama 

She try to tell him go to school but why bother 

When gettin' paid is the only way to solve 'em 

Seems the stars get farther and farther 

Out of my reach, out of these streets 

Will they ever make it big? 

'Cause I lost my daddy at a early age 

Told my mama, don't cry for me 

If I trade tomorrow in for yesterday 

Oh, how much different my life would be 

But that's in my dreams, back to reality 

Tryna get outta these street lights 

So I won't have to live this street life 

No more, no more 

No more, no more, no 

I ain't ashamed to say that I shed a tear 

Thinkin' 'bout my dad, I wish I had him back 

I'd give up everythin' just to have him here 

After this storm and rain I have no fear 

Gotta keep holdin' on, hold my head up strong 

I know it won't be long 

(I'm livin' for the moment) 

Until we'll be together again, fo real 

(If I could turn back the days) 

(Sure you could turn this back) 

Hey, I was born with the hustle, never been a sucker 

Daddy wasn't in the crib, that made me tougher 

Momma struggled with the bills, that made me stuff up 

Powder in a sack which made me dumber 

Now I'm standin' on the corner, bag full of marijuana, crack 

Pistol in my pocket for anybody who disrespect 

In the trap chillin' where robbers and killers kick it at 

My arms up in the feds for ten, they say I'm goin' in 

Ha, bet that I'm a stretch that, backish to this rappers 

Show these niggas what I'm best at 

Get a lil' check, flip it and invest that 

Years later, oh now you see what my heads at 

Like meals chasers, we be everywhere the bread at 

You keep on hatin', you'll be layin' where the dead at 

You rappers suckers, you can tell them that I said that 

If nothin' else but the hustle, you gon' respect that 

I lost my daddy at a early age 

Told my mama, don't cry for me 

If I trade tomorrow in for yesterday 

Oh, how much different my life would be 

But that's in my dreams, back to reality 

Tryna get outta these street lights 

So I won't have to live this street life 

No more, no more 

No more, no more, no 

Guess this is my life and I wanna live it right 

I don't wanna run the streets no more, no 

Guess this is my life and I wanna live it right 

I don't wanna run the streets no more, no