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I said a young stressed
My chain the only real shit up on my chest
I'm sour looks, still a young nigga fresh
Double workin' overtime, but a nigga blessed (amen)
And lately I 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 niggas talkin' foul I'm out of town
Soon as I touch down, I don't a sound
ain't givin' mugs, niggas givin' 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 only got one gear, I don't know how to
Hov told me to relax, let's get to the
I will, but shit got me upset
I lost my man and the cops treat me I'm a suspect
And on Instagram and shit, I get threats
But they ain't no moves, just sendin' tough texts
Shit got my moms worried, this what she
Ds at the door, she yell I'm not
like I'm still trappin', man, shit all weird
She don't want me out late, now she all
I be damned, mama, they who I am, mama
Them boys food, I eat 'em just like your ham,
On Thanksgivin', on me, but ain't kiddin'
We been through worse, this shit light like Griffin
no danger, R.I.P. Banga
Free the boy Ave, crackers is tryna hang 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 y'all like the Raptors
free T-Roy, but we're 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 give niggas work
I'm Tom when Drew Bledsoe got hurt
Had to get out my feelings and get in my (that's my bag)
Sorry for the delay, but I'm ready to
Honestly, I was and had nothin' 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 rap it if it ain't from the heart (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 been a fraud, tell me what it like
front, without bro, it don't feel right
But like a Harvard grad, my future is bright
Cut the off a snake, one grow in its place
Feelin' like way before they knew he was great
But I won't deflate, no passes, just shootin'
Straight savage, and I'm ready for you
It's go

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