Ain't No Turning Around - Yo Gotti, Jadakiss

I’m from the hard knock life, that all white life

Pop a wheelie on that 4 wheeler yea that’s that bike life

Niggas ghost like casper catch me in a ghost with drop head after

You a slave master, rob your own kind blind lean blind

And I ain’t join your team cause I got my own grind

Got my own mind, sold my own 9's, fifty five hundred like a hundred’s some times

Once you put your hand on that pot

Ain’t no turning around, ain’t no turning around

Once you bust your first Glock

Ain’t no turning around, ain’t no turning around

Once you jump off that porch (young nigga)

Ain’t no turning around, ain’t no turning around

These streets hot as a torch (young nigga)

Ain’t no turning around, ain’t no turning around

I’m from the hard knock life, that all black life

Making sales on a mountain bike, yeah, that’s that crack life

Break a whole one down and sell ‘em all nics

Couple days later, four door six

Love to let the semi spray every day’s a henny day

Fuck it they gon charge you like you an adult anyway

Yeah, just look at those that took a nap

When you’re on the road to riches, nigga, ain’t no looking back

Shots fired man down, says he was hands down

Police brutality, nigga, this reality

Trayvon Martin in a all black hoodie

Young nigga big 40 waiting on a bullet

Big benz is the world on drugs

Watching CNN and seen my god damn plug

Watching BET and seen my god damn self

I have more love for these streets than my god damn self

Uhh Yea haha!

Young niggas wyling, shooting shit rapidly

To give him ten years, they do that happily

They don’t understand, they bringing down the faculty

Ain’t worried about the fronters, it’s the niggas that’s in back of me

Grown man b.i., and that’s how they handle it

Reputation is everything, it’s over when you’re damaging

Money is easy to get, is just hard to manage it

Always remember the rules before you put your hand in it

Before you put your hand in it

You got to be the man in it

You got to understand it, got to know the rules to the game

Got to sacrifice, got to know it’s a five year sentence for a brick of white

That’s if your record clean Lord knows it’s a poor sight

Caugh up in the snitch, smash on em' you don’t match now

Remember what I told you, fuck it, you can turn your back now

Once upon a time he was real, he a rat now

Never turn your back on niggas that you thug with

Bitch that you really like, never fall in love with

Never send your plug with the money up front

If you smoke get your own kush don’t hit a nigga blunt

Remember dope gon sale and bitches gonna leave

Soon Niggas go to jail, so that’s a day from hell

Young nigga oh well, thinking he a player

Now he living through his pictures on the wall and his mail

But he ain’t tell, so nigga I salute em'

And when he hit the streets again, making sure he eat again

He gon' be a beast again, hit em' with a key again

For eighteen five, young nigga go live