Born
October
29th
Thats back in 97
Just was my mama
My 3 sisters
Lord knows that's a blessing
Uncles was hustling
Only 4 years old
Low income jungle
Low budgets
Concrete stumbles
Cps ain't even funding
3 deck family apartment
Was when it's all started
And If u black in this system
You a straight
Target ! !
It was a
Struggle
With my cousins
Just tryna survive
But never money
Paranoia
Tryna stay alive
Home of the KKK
This System
Wanna see us
Brake, but
Finding out
Learning, the money gotta make Em shake
Moved from 66th
Then I moved up to the dale
Speaking my life tale
Blessed that I been living well
Met my homies
Jt, Ryan, Kels , steph, vino too
Can't name em all
But lord knows I'm fucking with a few
Remember 8th grade
I Wanted the freshest Js
Strictly dreaming
Bout the NBA and getting paid
But education comes
First, I'm talking straight A's
But back to poverty
Couldn't let that
Devil bother me
The devil tryna
Take My soul
But only lord knows
Remaining humble
Been myself
I'm tryna take the gold
I'm chasing goals
I was Hooping, tried be a pro
I rather shoot the J, than in the streets
And moving coke
But now I'm spitting flows
Bitches catch the Holy Ghost
Holy smokes
Rap game in the chock
I will never stop
Till all my niggas riding in the ghost
I'm taking over Finna lead my city like the muthafucking pope
But Ima take y'all back in time
Time to press rewind
Like to back to back
On 4 flats
Can u imagine that
And as a Youngin
Never hustled
But I had a struggle !!!
Had too much Pressure my on back
Couldn't even flex a muscle
A year from 09
It was
Dark times
They took
My cuz
Only 16
Can't even see em him shine
The good die young
That's how I think about it
But once you gone for
Some Weeks
They gone stop tweeting about it
But Lord knows
Lord Knows
We all got a date
I just been pray
Everyday
Lord Keep my family safe
My whole entire life
Had to make a sacrifice
Practice 7 days a week
I guess that
Ball is life
Shooting 3s every week
I guess I had the aim
Taking the bus
On 79th
When
Niggas snatching chains
I never been rich
Dog I ain't have shit
Errbody
Go through sumthin
No matter what it is !
Got Homies with
No mom
No car
No job
We all black men
Gotta go and
Beat the odds
But Growing up
In this city
Learned
A lot shit
They killing Kids
They ain't aiming
It's just hit or miss
But I'm
Tryna
Get rich
That's
My only wish
Niggas dying in the Feds
And they leaning off the meds
That's why I stay away
From all this dis functional
Shit
You play the block
By 9 o clock
Them cuffs
Up on your wrist
It's Dead or in jail
Every
Street tale
You either hooping or you rappin
That's just how it's happens
Or
You seeing yellow tape
A hundid
Families at them wakes
Caskets shake
Like earthquakes
Damn
Them bullets
Hit ha son
Another life
He lost his life
Slain by the gun
Holidays , birthdays , and y'all missing one
Ain't nobody
Thinking
This shit won't stop
That's that the reason
I love my city
Bt it's days and nights it's killa season
Turned on the Tv
Man it's sad to see that trump won
Was it a joke?.. I can't believe they take this shit for fun
Ain't no remorse for niggas dying
Daily by the gun
No where to run
Families crying
That's The fucking system
To lock us up
And they then sliding
On the opposition
Clutched hand cuffs
And they just smile
Cus they know they winning
Let's do our Job , let's beat odds
Too many black men getting smoked
They strapped up
In the prison
Don't wanna see our people shine
Racist still excist, it's in a mist
Feel
Like we back in time
But listen fuck it
Get yo
Buckets
Stimulate your mind
Control your future
Get that paper
Just stay
On your grind
And staying focused
Tryna to stack these hunnads
To the ceiling
And be a man
Praying one day
My niggas touch a million
Just tryna stay Alive
Riding on 95
I know they wanna see us
Kill eachother in the chi
But Ima make it out
I Gotta keep my fam alive
October
29th
Thats back in 97
Just was my mama
My 3 sisters
Lord knows that's a blessing
Uncles was hustling
Only 4 years old
Low income jungle
Low budgets
Concrete stumbles
Cps ain't even funding
3 deck family apartment
Was when it's all started
And If u black in this system
You a straight
Target ! !
It was a
Struggle
With my cousins
Just tryna survive
But never money
Paranoia
Tryna stay alive
Home of the KKK
This System
Wanna see us
Brake, but
Finding out
Learning, the money gotta make Em shake
Moved from 66th
Then I moved up to the dale
Speaking my life tale
Blessed that I been living well
Met my homies
Jt, Ryan, Kels , steph, vino too
Can't name em all
But lord knows I'm fucking with a few
Remember 8th grade
I Wanted the freshest Js
Strictly dreaming
Bout the NBA and getting paid
But education comes
First, I'm talking straight A's
But back to poverty
Couldn't let that
Devil bother me
The devil tryna
Take My soul
But only lord knows
Remaining humble
Been myself
I'm tryna take the gold
I'm chasing goals
I was Hooping, tried be a pro
I rather shoot the J, than in the streets
And moving coke
But now I'm spitting flows
Bitches catch the Holy Ghost
Holy smokes
Rap game in the chock
I will never stop
Till all my niggas riding in the ghost
I'm taking over Finna lead my city like the muthafucking pope
But Ima take y'all back in time
Time to press rewind
Like to back to back
On 4 flats
Can u imagine that
And as a Youngin
Never hustled
But I had a struggle !!!
Had too much Pressure my on back
Couldn't even flex a muscle
A year from 09
It was
Dark times
They took
My cuz
Only 16
Can't even see em him shine
The good die young
That's how I think about it
But once you gone for
Some Weeks
They gone stop tweeting about it
But Lord knows
Lord Knows
We all got a date
I just been pray
Everyday
Lord Keep my family safe
My whole entire life
Had to make a sacrifice
Practice 7 days a week
I guess that
Ball is life
Shooting 3s every week
I guess I had the aim
Taking the bus
On 79th
When
Niggas snatching chains
I never been rich
Dog I ain't have shit
Errbody
Go through sumthin
No matter what it is !
Got Homies with
No mom
No car
No job
We all black men
Gotta go and
Beat the odds
But Growing up
In this city
Learned
A lot shit
They killing Kids
They ain't aiming
It's just hit or miss
But I'm
Tryna
Get rich
That's
My only wish
Niggas dying in the Feds
And they leaning off the meds
That's why I stay away
From all this dis functional
Shit
You play the block
By 9 o clock
Them cuffs
Up on your wrist
It's Dead or in jail
Every
Street tale
You either hooping or you rappin
That's just how it's happens
Or
You seeing yellow tape
A hundid
Families at them wakes
Caskets shake
Like earthquakes
Damn
Them bullets
Hit ha son
Another life
He lost his life
Slain by the gun
Holidays , birthdays , and y'all missing one
Ain't nobody
Thinking
This shit won't stop
That's that the reason
I love my city
Bt it's days and nights it's killa season
Turned on the Tv
Man it's sad to see that trump won
Was it a joke?.. I can't believe they take this shit for fun
Ain't no remorse for niggas dying
Daily by the gun
No where to run
Families crying
That's The fucking system
To lock us up
And they then sliding
On the opposition
Clutched hand cuffs
And they just smile
Cus they know they winning
Let's do our Job , let's beat odds
Too many black men getting smoked
They strapped up
In the prison
Don't wanna see our people shine
Racist still excist, it's in a mist
Feel
Like we back in time
But listen fuck it
Get yo
Buckets
Stimulate your mind
Control your future
Get that paper
Just stay
On your grind
And staying focused
Tryna to stack these hunnads
To the ceiling
And be a man
Praying one day
My niggas touch a million
Just tryna stay Alive
Riding on 95
I know they wanna see us
Kill eachother in the chi
But Ima make it out
I Gotta keep my fam alive
( D2X )
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