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I said a young nigga
My chain ain't the real shit up on my chest
I'm gettin' sour looks, still a nigga fresh
Double overtime, but a young nigga blessed (amen)
And I don't know who to trust
just me, myself and I and we all doin' us
I'm just tryna stay with my hands out of cuffs
But when I ain't in the streets, then I feel out of
And I hear talkin' foul when I'm out of town
as I touch down, I don't hear a sound
Niggas ain't mugs, niggas givin' pounds
Cause know I won't hesitate to put 'em in the ground, for real
If you know me then you the deal
And know I'm goin' through then you know how I feel
I got one gear, I don't know how to chill
Hov told me to relax, let's get to the
I will, but just got me upset
I my man and the cops treat me like I'm a suspect
And on Instagram and shit, I get threats
But they ain't bussin' no moves, just sendin' tough
Shit got my moms worried, what she fear
Ds at the door, she I'm not there
Just I'm still trappin', man, shit all weird
She want me out late, now she all scared
I be damned, mama, they know who I am,
Them boys food, I eat 'em like your ham, mama
On Thanksgivin', toys on me, but ain't
We been through worse, this shit light Blake Griffin
There's no danger, R.I.P.
Free the boy Ave, them is tryna hang ya
Just watched the news, I see that they tryna ya
But you how I play, I'm slidin' just like a Ranger
Cut the head off a snake, one grow in its
Feelin' like the Mamba when he wore number 8
Nobody safe, it's no passes, just
Straight savage, and y'all lookin' like the
free T-Roy, but we're not alike
I'm more Bruce Leroy, mixed with a D-Boy
And sho'nuff, your boy up
make diamonds, and mine all froze up
It's no
to put my cleats in the dirt
Gotta off the bench and give niggas that work
I'm Tom Brady when Drew Bledsoe got
Had to get out my feelings and get in my (that's my bag)
Sorry for the delay, but I'm to play
Honestly, I was sick and had to say
Lost my and my homeboy in the same day
She came and he can't, that's where the pain weigh
Rob me don't rap it if it ain't from the heart (Rob Mark!)
But shit from my soul, I wrote this in the dark
They tellin' me not to stop, yo I even start
My really a movie, man, this is a part
These other dudes is actors, my real life
I never been a fraud, tell me it feel like
Can't front, without bro, it don't feel
But like a Harvard grad, my future is real
Cut the head off a snake, one in its place
Feelin' Brady way before they knew he was great
But I deflate, it's no passes, just shootin'
Straight savage, and I'm ready for you
It's go

We in Banga Fresh's
Young man, next in charge, man