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We struggled, we to Allah to guide us
But we constantly letting bullshit us
and we let the chills get the best of us
You up and we throwing ten at the driver
We're kids the ghetto we ain't know no better
when our money was funny we know no Prada
No dough, no jewels so the ho's bother

I was going to school, clothes from my father
Had the poster with the stig is that a
If you don't hustle where I then you don't get nada
Was a disgrace to my mom, caught my case
Grinding in the crack house on my 26
No pair of clothes, took no shower
I was posted like the baker, trying to flip the

Couple older muslims tried to us dou'a
then the raided us, the shit went sour
you grinding in the game there's plenty ups and downs
Gotta dump some rounds chasing that money and
Now I'mma child of the ghetto, legend,
Made these niggas proud of the
hood Reverend preach to niggas what this shit's
I am living proof that you can it out of the ghetto

People often ask me Free, so how are you
I'm constantly making and I don't ever settle
I abuse the mic but abuse the fame
and I chose to use my while others used the metal
Fuck the people to pin a co-defendent on me
Can't catch another case, my depending on me

Know the difference, friends are real
some friends are
Fall in love but don't ever marry a
Cause niggas can'y get at you they get at her
these are the consequences of money
I couldn't find the safe I let this show me
I put truth in my music let the world me

Now I like the world owe me
a whole lotta
If you don't like it me
Man I up in the stew and I
control the
In my raps I'm spinning facts, all I is the truth

I been here and I back
I been rich and I been
Got the social
I was damn near forgotten
Lost a but miraculously managed to blossom
They that I would lose my faculties without the faculty
Evil men their defence in to tackle me
evil eye'in me
they evil us, even a evil grin

Don't ain't i bring the desert eagle in
they do it for they down homies, let them be with
Try to bring my youngins up before see the pen
I take 'em on the road and let them be men

Yes, with the ex kilo
I do it for mhy niggas trying to sneak a kilo in they
we did it our way there shouldn't be a win
In this getting money shouldn't be a sin
You should be chasing paper
You be a hater
I you stay in God's good graces 'til we meet again

the ROC
You bastards, you bastards, you
We think
We free
We die hard
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