x2] I ain't had no easy life what I have become, didn't come thinking twice, Put That On (everything), everyone (everyone) Born to fill the the sun of the seventh son..
I was with a forked tongue, Born to Spit the Wicked Shit Childhood circumstances the motherfucking shit legit Even as a little kid I that most would hate me My uncle tried to kill me, that's what they say to make me up in my mind, I never fuck with any medications Slowly over time went from crazy into Never learned to cope with feelings, felt a fucking thing Never gave a fuck enough, so never no fucking blame Haters talk about me they knew was wrong Starting choking out my friends and they knew I was gone, I was labeled as a bad seed said I needed In and out of schools for drug and vulgarities away so many times try to fix a broken child He's so mean, he's sick, the little bastard never smiles. A lot of doctors teachers members, had their own say I take the time to thank them for the man I am today.
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When the devil to Georgia, made his first stop at Covington Looked me in the eyes and told me son the seventh one Put - cha pen to paper, put ya in every fuckin line, An on my shoulder, put my blood in every fuckin rhyme. Been a little crazy but I got a way I can deal Now I got people understandin how the fuck I feel. Instead of choking out and catchin me a murder case I get up in the booth and let the mic take these place. Many in trials n tribulations put me in a Went from sittin in the back to to the congregation. Many tried to the flame throw some salt up in my game Stab me in my fuckin back n I aint say no names. Came from rehabilitation runnin streets and change Now I hit the in busses people screamin out my name. I aint think I make it that adolescence was the end. But I'm just started, let the age of the crow begin.
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I ain't had no easy life. Everything, Everyone.