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Yeah, uh

All the in my hood
Popping now
Gettin' they get by, it's gettin' worse now
You tell 'em put them
Guns and the percs
Them new got ten yards in
'Em and that's first down, uh
And I ain't come to preach
I just had to say
I'm the one with the reach
Youngin' quarter ounce
He tryna into Meech
had no daddy
He's had to learn the streets
I to be a honor roll student, damn
Then I turned to a
The first time I seen a get
blood on his sneaks
He had on Air Max 93s but was
Slumped in the
His cryin',
That there's a sign to me, oh
The shit I'm doin' for my
I get an Award
I used to Reggie, damn how'
I get to the
I take a shot if I I'm gettin' on boards
quittin' no more, like give me some more
We Old Navy it felt like Christian Dior
Was dead but rich in soul
Was we that poor?
Was we really dumb?
we carry a gun
And nigga in my
carryin' one
'Cause we had of
Our got to bury her son
I'm speakin' to you as a
As as they come, uh
Gunshots sound like
Hangin' out the
Why you be a shooter?
told me not to do it but I did it
Now I'm locked up in a
Callin' mama like I shouldn't did it
Watch my shatter in an instant
I'm on a posin' for the picture
Like I'm going for my prom or
Like I facing time or somethin'
for these niggas like that shit
Ain't my mom or somethin'
one gon' get me commissary
Or buy me somethin'
When it all fall
I can call now
Even if I hit phone
won't get me home
Seen so many different
These did me wrong
Shit that's the that I did this song

Shit we was kids used to play on the
A couple later we flirtin'
the angel of death
I was years old
I got my on the Tec
When I touched it
That gave me a rush
My homie's dying I'm "Maybe we next"
That just me a threat
Knowin' the niggas my
Daddy it just me upset
me a man shit I was five
When God gave me my
Go to court with a court
And he say object
Now it's you against the
And you got no cake
Jail overpopulated they got no space
I a youngin' that got murked
Ain't get to drive no
But he in on the way to church
I his mom gon' faint
When she smell like fluid
Cologne all on her
Pastor said he you home, she goin' crazy
When they drop casket all in the ground
Who gon' me?
How you blame me?
When I'm tryna stay alive and just
And beat them
When niggas die by
I stop fearin' for my life
When I decide to my mind
And stop
Tryna the pain away
lock us up for smoking
Put 'em on
Lock you up if you perfect
of the system
Like a rain in the ocean
They closin' all the and
All the prisons open

See comin' from I come from
We had to beat the
Beat the system, racism, beat poverty
And now we made it
All that we at the