If don't fuck wit me
why u sticking round
cuz i got money from the streets
going in n out
robberies, b & es
aint no handouts
now im rapping
wit ma gs
I'm da man now

had to go through
the struggle
i was 10 years old
told my momma
that i loved her
but my pops been gone
she be crying at nights
cuz i been doi wrong
no i aint ever tried
but i can't move on

i stayed rolling
thru the back streets
n packed heat
aint nobody ever know me
them fake gs
i had times where i cried to sleep
where i tried to flee
tried to die
cuz i never really felt that free
and thats me
my story never ends
4-5 plants in ma basement
marajuana filled my pockets
wit bens
and my moms didn't know
thats the way it is

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had to go through
the struggle
i was 15
little did my family know
i was sneaking
broke and entered on a home
out in Pc
stole a 45, cash and some we-eed
thought my homie
was solid but he's speaking
knock knock knock knock
its the police
no i aint home try to find me leaving
stashing weed in woods while its freezing

now you know the story
never went back to it
caught a case cuz a bitch
afraid to catch that fluid
i aint ever fucking round
never saw his face again
i aint ever fuckin round
hope i catch him in da end

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