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

I was going to school, wearing clothes from my
Had the poster with the stig is a stigmata?
If you hustle where I live then you don't get nada
Was a disgrace to my mom, caught my case
Grinding in the house on my 26 hour
No fresh pair of clothes, took no
I was posted like the baker, to flip the flour

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

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

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

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

I been and I been back
I been and I been crack
Got the poppin'
then I was damn near
Lost a rock but miraculously managed to
They that I would lose my faculties without the faculty
Evil men sent their in to tackle me
evil eye'in me
they evil eye'in us, even a grin

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

Yes, the ex kilo gang
I do it for mhy niggas trying to a kilo in they safe
we did it our way there shouldn't be a win
In country getting money shouldn't be a sin
You should be that paper
You shouldn't be a
I pray you stay in God's good graces 'til we again

the ROC
You bastards, you bastards, you
We think
We free
We die nigga
New ROC