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I a young nigga stressed
My chain ain't the only real shit up on my
I'm gettin' sour looks, still a nigga fresh
workin' overtime, but a young nigga blessed (amen)
And lately I don't know who to
just me, myself and I and we all doin' us
I'm just tryna alive with my hands out of cuffs
But when I ain't in the streets, I feel out of touch
And I hear niggas talkin' foul I'm out of town
Soon as I touch down, I don't hear a
Niggas ain't givin' mugs, niggas pounds
Cause they know I hesitate to put 'em in the ground, for real
If you know me then you know the
And know what I'm goin' through you know how I feel
I only got one gear, I don't how to chill
Hov told me to relax, get to the mils
I will, but just got me upset
I lost my man and the cops treat me I'm a suspect
And on Instagram and shit, I get enough
But they ain't bussin' no moves, just sendin' texts
got my moms worried, this what she fear
Ds at the door, she I'm not there
Just I'm still trappin', man, shit all weird
She don't me out late, now she all scared
I be damned, mama, know who I am, mama
Them boys food, I eat 'em just like ham, mama
On Thanksgivin', toys on me, but ain't
We been through worse, this shit light like Griffin
no danger, R.I.P. Banga
Free the boy Ave, crackers is tryna hang ya
watched the news, I see that they tryna blame ya
But you know how I play, I'm slidin' just like a
Cut the off a snake, one grow in its place
Feelin' the Black Mamba when he wore number 8
Nobody safe, it's no passes, just
Straight savage, and lookin' like the Raptors
Again free T-Roy, but not alike
I'm more like Bruce Leroy, with a D-Boy
And sho'nuff, your boy up
Pressure make diamonds, and all froze up
It's no
to put my cleats in the dirt
Gotta come off the bench and niggas that work
I'm Tom Brady Drew Bledsoe got hurt
Had to get out my and get in my Birk (that's my bag)
for the delay, but I'm ready to play
Honestly, I was sick and had to say
Lost my and my homeboy in the same day
She came back and he can't, that's the pain weigh
Rob told me don't rap it if it ain't the heart (Rob Mark!)
But this shit from my soul, I wrote this in the
They me not to stop, yo I ain't even start
My life really a movie, man, this is a
These other is actors, this my real life
I never been a fraud, tell me what it like
Can't front, bro, it don't feel right
But like a Harvard grad, my future is real
Cut the head off a snake, one in its place
Feelin' like Brady way before they knew he was
But I won't deflate, it's no passes, just
Straight savage, and I'm for you bastards
It's go

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