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

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

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

People ask me Free, so how are you successful?
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 another case, my kid's depending on me

the difference, some friends are real
some are phony
Fall in love but don't ever marry a
Cause when can'y get at you they get at her
are the consequences of making money
I couldn't find the safe I let girl show me
I put in my music let the world know me

Now I feel the world owe me
a lotta dough
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 know is the

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

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

Yes, with the ex gang
I do it for mhy trying to sneak a kilo in they safe
Since we did it our way there 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 in God's good graces 'til we meet again

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