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Yeah, uh

All the youngins in my
percs now
Gettin' high get by, it's gettin' worse now
You gotta 'em put them
and the percs down
Them new jails got ten in
'Em and that's first down, uh
And I come here to preach
I just had to say
'Cause I'm the one with the
Youngin' gotta quarter
He tryna turn into
had no daddy
He's had to learn the streets
I used to be a honor student, damn
I turned to a beast
The first time I seen a get
Some on his sneaks
He had on Air Max 93s but was
in the street
His cryin',
That a sign to me, oh Lord
The I'm doin' for my hood
I get an Award
I used to sell Reggie, damn
I get to the
I take a if I miss I'm gettin' on boards
Ain't quittin' no more, like give me more
We went Old Navy it felt Christian Dior
Was broke but rich in soul
Was we really that
Was we really dumb?
we carry a gun
And nigga in my
Neighborhood one
'Cause we had of
Our got to bury her son
I'm to you as a prophet
As rare as come, uh
Gunshots like music
Hangin' out the
Why you be a shooter?
Mama me not to do it but I did it
Now I'm up in a prison
Callin' mama like I have did it
Watch my dream in an instant
I'm on a visit posin' for the
Like I'm going for my prom or
Like I ain't facing time or
Ride for these niggas like that
hurt my mom or somethin'
Only one gon' get me
Or even buy me
it all fall down
I can call now
if I hit your phone
That get me home
Seen so many different
niggas did me wrong
Shit that's the reason I did this song

Shit we was used to play on the step
A couple years we flirtin'
With the of death
I was eleven old
I got my on the Tec
When I first it
That shit me a rush
My dying I'm like "Maybe we next"
That just me a threat
Knowin' the niggas my
it just made me upset
Made me a man I was five
When God me my test
Go to court with a appointed
And he won't say
Now it's you against the
And you got no cake
Jail they ain't got no space
I a youngin' that got murked
Ain't get to no Wraith
But he in hearse on the way to
I his mom gon' faint
When she smell embalmment fluid
all on her baby
Pastor said he sendin' you home, she goin'
When they drop that casket all in the
Who gon' me?
How could you me?
When I'm tryna stay and just survive
And them odds
When niggas die by
When I fearin' for my life
When I decide to my mind
And tokin'
Tryna smoke the pain
They us up for smoking
Put 'em on
you up if you ain't perfect
Victims of the
Like a drop in the ocean
They all the schools and
All the prisons gettin'

See comin' from where I from
We had to beat the
Beat the system, racism, beat poverty
And now we it through
All we at the championship