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My
My life, really feelin hard

Lookin out my window, holdin my weapon Malcolm X and
And it seems I'm over-stressin, feelin like is your profession
And I know a couple Texans got killed for over-reppin
So I be oversteppin boundaries bounded to my weapon
When ask me how I'm doin, I just tell 'em "I'm doin super"
I got a with Destiny, allow me to introduce ya
Her little sister Fate told me I'm gon' be the
And legacy's everything to a Martin King Koopa
recession is so pathetic, got me feelin like I'm athletic
And success tryna get away me and I ain't tryna let it
they told that Pimp was gone, my reply was "I don't get it"
And I'm still havin believin it happened the way they said it
Had to cut some partners off, swear to y'all it ain't my
I've grown since I was seven and I was born to be a boss
But I know there's a bunch of tryna see me take a loss
So I be sleepin with one eye and put cameras in my vault
I've been thinkin and deep and they tryna tell I been preachin
But I know that they can't see how much of the that I be reachin
So stop reachin, stop leachin, I'ma fade 'em out bleach and
In the spots where they can't get out to is the spots I frequent
Europe to UK and Germany, travellin
Made so much in millions I could cash out in eternity
Accustomed to hittin customs with that duffle full of
God created hustle, looked at the world and he inserted me... Koopa

[Hook: X4]
I'm just livin my life, so
In the streets so I'm it slow

Uh,
I'll tell you my story, I speak the truth homie

It a terrible situation, throwed on the within the hands of time
But since I'm breathing I guess a nigga livin fine
I live a life that's filled with dramatistic people
And since the depend on me, they'll never lose a hand of mine (I gotcha)
I'm paralysed when it come to the good times, I'm used to the
like a bum under the bridge, I'm so used to the rain
Anything I do is from the heart so it reflect my
Forgive me for my sins father, I feel like I'm goin
Media me for checking niggas, fuck it, oh well
I just wasn't raised a little disrespected nigga
I'm tryna live on my own by the ways of a
So every time I leave out I pray so I'm for a gangster
It's bad the world we livin in all about money
Since we runnin out I choose to believe it ain't funny
been stabbed in my back so much I deal with it
I'm tryna kick it with my life before heaven come with it

X4]

[Slim
Last year was a hard one but life on
Thinkin bout my Pimp while I write this song
And the goes on, all my niggas is gone
I'm of hearin bad news, scared to pick up my phone
Got a call, my nigga Eddy died from home
seen him at my video shoot, now that shit wrong
Kelvo, Arborea, even my girl
I just word she got stabbed to death today
Dear Lord, I pray you take away the pain
From their family and their friends, please us change
Still warm my sleep dog, stessle and stank
My Dee Dee, they got me pourin out my drank
It's fucked up, all my friends is or in the pen
Seem like soon as your life begin it's to end
I'm frustrated, but you gotta smile, your time is
You never know when showin your love be related, hah

X4]