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No ego trippin', growin' old
All up when I'm cold
'Cause pain up on my soul seems to be all I
Watchin' my family fall was all I never wanted to see

'Cause I got love for one
I'd kill for my brother
Even he might be wrong
At times, I'm do what I got to do

To through every scary moment
Just brought us which kept us down
them days
When southwest Atlanta wasn't 'round

So out the to wet it
And say actin' brains, relaxin'
And stackin' and pistol packin'
And is tired, and set it off

I don't be in a trap slangin' lil' peewees
Mike, "Damn I'm 'bout to mess up my re-up money"
See, I used to wear my shoes I couldn't no more
Now I hit the store, the lace get tore

I Calhoun jeans 'cause I don't like Calvin
I relate to my
To you think this 'bout my third album
supposed to be the times
When the and the sky turn purple
So watch this circle

Black wire red
Red touch black
Me and Big Slate got this wit some gator backs
And I'm thinkin' 'bout how much I

He get the rims, I get the system and we him the tapes
Ya know what I'm
Who gives a damn about a charge
It's been a while since I seen my

One time for my patnas who got out
Back on the grind, did that time, got that hide-away,
(That's right)
I got to say
Two times for the who just got away

It done got so quiet now, I can hear a rat
On cotton, one spoiled the whole
rotten
What it mean when you see the sun and the moon

At the time
This God's way, you dug own grave
The righteous was laid
But you chose to go

Ay, out the war
Wakin' up in a cold
Through the same ol'
Genocide the inside, look a pit

You lie, killed nobody
take it to the ol' school, no you can't
Hands shakin' like a dog shittin' hooks
Don't

Can't help the look
It came the face
I used to steal my folks
But now I'm

Went the neighborhood rat's pockets books, ooh
You missin' somethin' of
We you, got you
Jumpin', dumb bitch, you gets

Nobody knows the trouble I seen
My homeboy MD me from the clink
24-7, hell or heaven, it no tellin'
it be mo' sunshine for the two time felon
They gave him 10, do 3, seven probation
Lord lead us not, no temptation

Yall how it be
You make a monkey move, lay on the street
You'll me
They don't nuttin' 'bout you

In that system
Can't do nuttin' but take what folk give me
I'm dead
Them givin' away time
Just to show us the Lord keep lettin' the sunshine

One time for niggas who got out today
And my folks on
Raw just westward Way
Uh, huh and I got to say
Two times for the who just got away

Uh, huh, that
Uh, huh, believe