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Yeah, uh

All the in my hood
percs now
Gettin' high get by, it's gettin' worse now
You tell 'em put them
Guns and the percs
Them new jails got ten in
'Em and that's first down, uh
And I ain't come to preach
I had to say somethin'
I'm the one with the reach
Youngin' quarter ounce
He tryna turn into
had no daddy
He's had to from the streets
I used to be a roll student, damn
I turned to a beast
The first I seen a nigga get
Some on his sneaks
He had on Air Max 93s but was
Slumped in the
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 shot if I miss I'm on boards
Ain't quittin' no more, give me some more
We went Old Navy it felt Christian Dior
Was dead broke but rich in
Was we really poor?
Was we that dumb?
'Cause we a gun
And every 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 music
Hangin' out the
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
Watch my dream shatter in an
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 like that shit
hurt my mom or somethin'
Only one gon' get me
Or even buy me
When it all fall
I can call now
Even if I hit phone
That get me home
Seen so many different
These niggas did me
Shit that's the reason I did this song

we was kids used to play on the step
A years later we flirtin'
With the angel of
I was years old
I got my on the Tec
When I touched it
That shit me a rush
My homie's dying I'm "Maybe we next"
just made me a threat
Knowin' the smoke my
Daddy it made me upset
Made me a man shit I was
When God me my test
Go to with a court appointed
And he won't say
Now it's you the state
And you ain't got no
Jail overpopulated they got no space
I know a that got murked
get to drive no Wraith
But he in on the way to church
I know his mom gon'
she smell like embalmment fluid
Cologne all on her
Pastor said he sendin' you home, she goin'
they drop that casket all in the ground
Who gon' me?
How you blame me?
When I'm tryna stay alive and just
And them odds
When niggas die by
I stop fearin' for my life
When I decide to my mind
And tokin'
Tryna smoke the pain
They lock us up for
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 open

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