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Yeah, uh

All the in my hood
Popping now
Gettin' high they get by, gettin' worse now
You tell 'em put them
Guns and the percs
new jails got ten yards in
'Em and that's your down, uh
And I come here to preach
I had to say somethin'
'Cause I'm the one with the
Youngin' quarter ounce
He tryna turn into
had no daddy
He's had to learn from the
I used to be a honor student, damn
Then I to a beast
The first time I a nigga get
blood on his sneaks
He had on Air Max 93s but was
Slumped in the
His cryin',
there's a sign to me, oh Lord
The shit I'm doin' for my
I won't get an
I used to sell Reggie, damn
I get to the
I a shot if I miss I'm gettin' on boards
Ain't quittin' no more, like give me more
We Old Navy it felt like Christian Dior
Was dead broke but rich in
Was we really poor?
Was we really dumb?
'Cause we a gun
And nigga in my
carryin' one
'Cause we had of
Our mamas got to her son
I'm to you as a prophet
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 up in a prison
Callin' mama I shouldn't have did it
Watch my shatter in an instant
I'm on a visit for the picture
I'm going for my prom or somethin'
Like I facing time or somethin'
Ride for these niggas like shit
hurt my mom or somethin'
Only one get me commissary
Or buy me somethin'
When it all down
I can call now
Even if I hit phone
That won't get me
Seen so many different
niggas did me wrong
Shit that's the reason I did this song

Shit we was kids to play on the step
A couple later we flirtin'
With the angel of
I was eleven old
I got my on the Tec
When I first it
That shit me a rush
My homie's I'm like "Maybe we next"
That just made me a
Knowin' the smoke my
it just made me upset
Made me a man shit I was
When God gave me my
Go to court with a appointed
And he won't say
Now you against the state
And you got no cake
overpopulated they ain't got no space
I know a that got murked
Ain't get to drive no
But he in on the way to church
I know his mom gon'
When she smell like embalmment
all on her baby
Pastor said he sendin' you home, she crazy
When drop that casket all in the ground
Who gon' me?
How you blame me?
I'm tryna stay alive and just survive
And beat odds
When niggas die by
When I stop fearin' for my
I decide to change my mind
And stop
smoke the pain away
They us up for smoking
Put 'em on
Lock you up if you ain't
of the system
Like a rain drop in the
They all the schools and
All the prisons gettin'

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