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I a young nigga stressed
My chain the only real shit up on my chest
I'm gettin' sour looks, still a young fresh
Double workin' overtime, but a young blessed (amen)
And I don't know who to trust
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' when I'm out of town
as I touch down, I don't hear a sound
Niggas ain't givin' mugs, givin' pounds
they know I won't hesitate to put 'em in the ground, for real
If you know me then you the deal
And know what I'm goin' through then you 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 lost my man and the cops me like I'm a suspect
And on Instagram and shit, I get enough
But ain't bussin' no moves, just sendin' tough texts
Shit got my moms worried, what she fear
Ds at the door, she yell I'm not
like I'm still trappin', man, shit all weird
She don't me out late, now she all scared
I be damned, mama, they who I am, mama
Them boys food, I eat 'em like your ham, mama
On Thanksgivin', on me, but ain't kiddin'
We been through worse, shit light like Blake Griffin
no danger, R.I.P. Banga
Free the boy Ave, crackers is tryna hang ya
Just the news, I see that they tryna blame ya
But you know how I play, I'm slidin' like a Ranger
Cut the head off a snake, one grow in its
Feelin' like the Black Mamba when he wore 8
safe, it's no passes, just shootin'
Straight savage, and y'all like the Raptors
free T-Roy, but we're not alike
I'm more Bruce Leroy, mixed with a D-Boy
And sho'nuff, your boy up
Pressure make diamonds, and mine all up
It's no
Ti-ti-time to put my cleats in the
Gotta come off the bench and give niggas work
I'm Tom Brady when Drew Bledsoe got
Had to get out my and get in my Birk (that's my bag)
Sorry for the delay, but I'm ready to
Honestly, I was sick and had to say
Lost my girl and my in the same day
She back and he can't, that's where the pain weigh
Rob told me don't rap it if it ain't from the (Rob Mark!)
But shit from my soul, I wrote this in the dark
They me not to stop, yo I ain't even start
My life really a movie, man, is a part
These other dudes is actors, my real life
I never a fraud, tell me what it feel like
Can't front, without bro, it don't right
But like a Harvard grad, my is real bright
Cut the head off a snake, one grow in its
Feelin' like Brady way before they knew he was
But I won't deflate, it's no passes, shootin'
Straight savage, and I'm ready for you
go time

We in Banga home
Young man, next in charge, man