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Yeah, uh

All the youngins in my
Popping now
Gettin' high they get by, it's gettin' now
You tell 'em put them
Guns and the percs
Them new jails got ten in
'Em and that's your down, uh
And I ain't come to preach
I had to say somethin'
'Cause I'm the one with the
Youngin' quarter ounce
He tryna turn Meech
Ain't had no
had to learn from the streets
I used to be a roll student, damn
I turned to a beast
The first time I seen a get
Some blood on his
He had on Air Max 93s but was
in the street
His cryin',
That there's a sign to me, oh
The I'm doin' for my hood
I get an Award
I used to Reggie, damn how'
I get to the
I take a shot if I miss I'm on boards
Ain't no more, like give me some more
We went Old Navy it felt like Dior
Was dead but rich in soul
Was we that poor?
Was we really that
we carry a gun
And nigga in my
carryin' one
'Cause we had of
Our got to bury her son
I'm to you as a prophet
As as they come, uh
Gunshots sound music
out the Buick
Why you be a shooter?
Mama me not to do it but I did it
Now I'm locked up in a
Callin' mama like I shouldn't did it
my dream shatter 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
for these niggas like that shit
Ain't hurt my mom or
one gon' get me commissary
Or buy me somethin'
When it all down
I can y'all now
Even if I hit your
That won't get me
Seen so many different
These did me wrong
Shit that's the reason that I did song

Shit we was used to play on the step
A couple later we flirtin'
the angel of death
I was years old
I got my on the Tec
I first touched it
That gave me a rush
My homie's I'm like "Maybe we next"
That made me a threat
Knowin' the niggas my
Daddy it just made me
me a man shit I was five
When God gave me my
Go to court with a appointed
And he won't say
Now you against the state
And you ain't got no
Jail overpopulated they got no space
I know a 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 like embalmment
all on her baby
Pastor said he sendin' you home, she goin'
When they drop that casket all in the
Who save me?
How you blame me?
When I'm tryna alive and just survive
And them odds
niggas die by twenty-five
When I stop fearin' for my
When I decide to my mind
And stop
Tryna smoke the pain
They 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 where I from
We had to beat the
the system, beat racism, beat poverty
And now we made it
All that we at the