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I said a young stressed
My chain ain't the only real up on my chest
I'm gettin' sour looks, still a young nigga
workin' 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 alive with my out of cuffs
But I ain't in the streets, then I feel out of touch
And I hear niggas talkin' foul I'm out of town
Soon as I touch down, I don't a sound
Niggas ain't givin' mugs, niggas pounds
Cause they know I won't to put 'em in the ground, for real
If you know me you know the deal
And know what I'm goin' then you know how I feel
I got one gear, I don't know how to chill
Hov told me to relax, get to the mils
I will, but shit got me upset
I lost my man and the treat me like I'm a suspect
And on Instagram and shit, I get enough
But they ain't no moves, just sendin' tough texts
got my moms worried, this what she fear
Ds at the door, she yell I'm not
Just like I'm still trappin', man, shit all
She don't want me out late, now she all
I be damned, mama, they who I am, mama
Them food, I eat 'em just 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 crackers is tryna ya
Just watched the news, I see they tryna blame ya
But you know how I play, I'm just like a Ranger
Cut the head off a snake, one grow in its
Feelin' like the Black when he wore number 8
Nobody safe, it's no passes, just
Straight savage, and lookin' like the Raptors
Again free T-Roy, but we're not
I'm more like Bruce Leroy, mixed with a
And sho'nuff, your boy up
make diamonds, and mine all froze up
It's no
to put my cleats in the dirt
Gotta come off the bench and give that work
I'm Tom Brady when Drew Bledsoe got
Had to get out my feelings and get in my (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, where the pain weigh
Rob told me don't rap it if it 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 life really a movie, man, this is a
These other is actors, this my real life
I never a fraud, tell me what it feel like
front, without bro, it don't feel right
But like a Harvard grad, my is real bright
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, shootin'
savage, and I'm ready for you bastards
It's go

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