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Yeah, uh

All the youngins in my
percs now
Gettin' they get by, it's gettin' worse now
You tell 'em put them
Guns and the percs
new jails got ten yards 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 ounce
He tryna into Meech
Ain't had no
He's had to learn the streets
I used to be a honor roll student,
Then I to a beast
The first time I a nigga get
Some blood on his
He had on Air Max 93s but was
Slumped in the
His cryin',
That a sign to me, oh Lord
The shit I'm doin' for my
I get an Award
I used to sell Reggie, how'
I get to the
I take a if I miss I'm gettin' on boards
Ain't quittin' no more, give me some more
We went Old Navy it felt Christian Dior
Was dead broke but in soul
Was we really poor?
Was we really that
'Cause we a gun
And nigga in my
Neighborhood one
'Cause we had of
Our mamas got to her son
I'm speakin' to you as a
As as they come, uh
sound like music
Hangin' out the
Why you wanna be a
told me not to do it but I did it
Now I'm locked up in a
Callin' mama like I have did it
my dream shatter in an instant
I'm on a visit for the picture
Like I'm going for my or somethin'
Like I ain't facing or somethin'
Ride for these like that shit
Ain't my mom or somethin'
Only one gon' get me
Or buy me somethin'
When it all fall
I can call now
if I hit your phone
That won't get me
so many different times
These did me wrong
Shit that's the that I did this song

Shit we was kids used to play on the
A couple years later we
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 made me a
Knowin' the smoke my
Daddy it made me upset
Made me a man shit I was
When God me my test
Go to court with a court
And he say object
Now it's you the state
And you ain't got no
overpopulated they ain't got no space
I know a youngin' got murked
get to drive no Wraith
But he in on the way to church
I his mom gon' faint
she smell like embalmment fluid
Cologne all on her
Pastor said he sendin' you home, she goin'
When they drop casket all in the ground
Who gon' me?
How you blame me?
When I'm tryna stay and just survive
And them odds
When die by twenty-five
When I fearin' for my life
When I decide to my mind
And tokin'
smoke the pain away
They lock us up for
Put 'em on
you up if you ain't perfect
Victims of the
Like a rain drop in the
They all the schools and
All the gettin' open

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