x2] I ain't never had no life what I have become, didn't come thinking twice, Put That On everything (everything), (everyone) Born to the prophecy the sun of the seventh son..
I was born with a forked tongue, Born to Spit the Shit Childhood made the motherfucking shit legit Even as a little kid I knew most would hate me My uncle tried to kill me, that's what they say helped to me up in my mind, I never fuck with any medications Slowly over time went crazy into desperation Never learned to cope with feelings, felt a fucking thing Never gave a fuck enough, so placed no fucking blame Haters talk about me they knew something was Starting out my friends and they knew that I was gone, I was labeled as a bad seed I needed therapy In and out of schools for abuses and vulgarities Sent so many times try to fix a broken child He's so mean, fucking sick, the little bastard never smiles. A lot of doctors family members, had their own say I wanna take the time to them for the man I am today.
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When the came to Georgia, made his first stop at Covington me in the eyes and told me son your the seventh one Put - cha pen to paper, put ya blood in every line, An on my shoulder, put my blood in every fuckin rhyme. Been a little but I got a way that I can deal Now I got people understandin how the fuck I feel. Instead of choking bitches out and catchin me a case I get up in the booth and let the mic take bitches place. in trials n tribulations put me in a situation Went from sittin in the to preachin to the congregation. Many tried to douse the flame throw some 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 getting started, let the age of the begin.
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I never had no easy life. Everything, Everyone.