(Verse 1)
Back when I didn’t have a job kuz I was only 12
My momma went through Hell tryna make sure that we eat
She couldn’t keep us out those streets
Chasin’ girls got me knee deep in some bullshit
Her big brother wit a full clip aimed at my mind
And it wasn’t much time to keep death waiting
Young souls still hold that hatred
Prayin’ that you don’t make it
Stretchers wit demons chasin’
If you can’t hold your peace, it’ll get jumbled in the puzzle
Hella fades so you know they tussle but if I make it just know I love you
And it’s a struggle tryna make it to the next level
Truth is in your root so the only lie is the Devil
And I learned that the hard way and if we had it our way
No more county building, gang killings, or drive bys in my hood, on my time
We on Section 8, dirt broke, and pain stricken but we still shine
They could never take our mind and if they let us be, Imma do me
I promise you Imma do me
(Verse 2)
If we back inside the groove
Young kids wit nothin’ to prove, they shootin’ just to shoot
Now the rent is overdue so Momma get the boot
And then we can’t afford it but the check came in
And we got 3 shoes for $20, we eatin’ kuz we got plenty but that could be gone
To daughters who think they grown
Hennessy for the wrongs that we committed
And yes, I hid it, my feelings on the West but God gave it back and sent me to you wit his best
So I’m sendin’ a message, my Granny said “Praise him” and thank you for tryin’
It’s no more pain, it’s no more cryin’
Fuck Section 8, fuck death kuz lately, I been missing my Aunty Katey
And when I see God’s great kingdom, I hope we sit and have a great conversation and talk about how we livin’
And this is a gift to you, this is what has been given
I mean as of late, all been thinkin’ is grind hard and say “Fuck Section 8”
Back when I didn’t have a job kuz I was only 12
My momma went through Hell tryna make sure that we eat
She couldn’t keep us out those streets
Chasin’ girls got me knee deep in some bullshit
Her big brother wit a full clip aimed at my mind
And it wasn’t much time to keep death waiting
Young souls still hold that hatred
Prayin’ that you don’t make it
Stretchers wit demons chasin’
If you can’t hold your peace, it’ll get jumbled in the puzzle
Hella fades so you know they tussle but if I make it just know I love you
And it’s a struggle tryna make it to the next level
Truth is in your root so the only lie is the Devil
And I learned that the hard way and if we had it our way
No more county building, gang killings, or drive bys in my hood, on my time
We on Section 8, dirt broke, and pain stricken but we still shine
They could never take our mind and if they let us be, Imma do me
I promise you Imma do me
(Verse 2)
If we back inside the groove
Young kids wit nothin’ to prove, they shootin’ just to shoot
Now the rent is overdue so Momma get the boot
And then we can’t afford it but the check came in
And we got 3 shoes for $20, we eatin’ kuz we got plenty but that could be gone
To daughters who think they grown
Hennessy for the wrongs that we committed
And yes, I hid it, my feelings on the West but God gave it back and sent me to you wit his best
So I’m sendin’ a message, my Granny said “Praise him” and thank you for tryin’
It’s no more pain, it’s no more cryin’
Fuck Section 8, fuck death kuz lately, I been missing my Aunty Katey
And when I see God’s great kingdom, I hope we sit and have a great conversation and talk about how we livin’
And this is a gift to you, this is what has been given
I mean as of late, all been thinkin’ is grind hard and say “Fuck Section 8”
( Nantes )
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