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I was born and raised Where niggas shoot guns and throw they life away 66th where you can’t come around if you don’t tote a blick Been bangin since on that Campbell block Who I been hangin with Dice game light stains man since the age of 6 Court dates we gon celebrate like they was birthdays Holidays, why niggas don’t ever listen to what mama say It’s a price to pay im blessed to say I speak to my OG everyday A nigga play with her this glizzy gon send them to a better place Straight to god hit a move for 10K and still got my job A humble heart if I go broke then imma have to rob Before I rob unzip a seal tuck the steel And hit the block what you need we call em fiends Even if they ain’t buying rocks Was born a trapper the way I twist woods it look like candy wrappers Dirty pampers I’m the shit truth to me im more than average Stuff it pack it get it gone Then back home and unpack it 40 Chrome for yo dome if you wanna Snatch try to grab it Just a nigga trynna make it out the struggle F*ck a hand out grab my scale imma hustle Been baggin 3 5s up no stems then tie it up You stupid them try me I been down to catch a homi I swear to god boy Just a nigga trynna make it out the struggle F*ck a hand out grab my scale imma hustle Been baggin 3 5s up no stems then tie it up You stupid them try me I been down to catch a homi I swear to god boy Bussin jugs hittin licks now it’s back to nana’s crib Cousins flowin’ in and out she ain’t know where the hammers hid Slot jukin fiends hit the dope they can’t stop puking Snot mucus on mother’s faces cause they won’t stop shooting Buss em then we leaving quick I couldn’t believe the shit Cuz was cutting crack with the same knives we was eating with No Ls I was the Uber to his dope sales When Sunday came around the cooking took over the dope smell I was in the mix in my head battling bigger shit I’ve seen hella things and now my eyes are no longer innocent Til proven guilty soul clean but my conscious filthy Scared to close my eyes mama please don’t let them monsters get me Choppa spittin bullets flying at the opposition You reap what you sowe but we ain’t hiding from them consequences Not to mention I took a fiend to his doctor visit A month later he said he was clean but it’s not convincing Keep calling knowing the trap will be open soon Just got a case closed but still we got open wounds That’s all we hope why back stab when there’s an open door You never know what if murder isn’t all she wrote To be continued innocent but I see the demon in you Feed the issue fire to the flame you gotta keep a pistol The streets will miss you charge it to the game before this heat dismiss you I keep it simple preaching what I know That’s how you feed the mental Just a nigga trynna make it out the struggle F*ck a hand out grab my scale imma hustle Been baggin 3 5s up no stems then tie it up You stupid them try me I been down to catch a homi I swear to god boy Just a nigga trynna make it out the struggle F*ck a hand out grab my scale imma hustle Been baggin 3 5s up no stems then tie it up You stupid them try me I been down to catch a homi I swear to god boy