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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 young blessed (amen)
And lately I don't know who to
It's just me, myself and I and we all us
I'm tryna stay alive with my hands out of cuffs
But when I ain't in the streets, then I out of touch
And I hear niggas talkin' when I'm out of town
Soon as I touch down, I don't hear a
Niggas ain't givin' mugs, niggas givin'
Cause they know I won't 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 got one gear, I don't know how to chill
Hov me to relax, let's get to the mils
I will, but shit just got me
I lost my man and the cops treat me like I'm a
And on and shit, I get enough threats
But they ain't no moves, just sendin' tough texts
Shit got my moms worried, this she fear
Ds at the door, she I'm not there
Just like I'm still trappin', man, all weird
She want me out late, now she all scared
I be damned, mama, they who I am, mama
Them boys food, I eat 'em just like your ham,
On Thanksgivin', toys on me, but ain't
We been through worse, this light like Blake Griffin
no danger, R.I.P. Banga
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
like the Black Mamba when he wore number 8
Nobody safe, no passes, just shootin'
savage, and y'all lookin' like the Raptors
Again free T-Roy, but not alike
I'm more Bruce Leroy, mixed with a D-Boy
And sho'nuff, boy glowed up
Pressure make diamonds, and all froze 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 got hurt
Had to get out my and get in my Birk (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 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 tellin' me not to stop, yo I ain't even
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 feel
Can't front, bro, it don't feel right
But like a Harvard grad, my is real bright
Cut the head off a snake, one grow in its
Feelin' like way before they knew he was great
But I won't deflate, no passes, just shootin'
Straight savage, and I'm for you bastards
It's go

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