Can't Make This Up (feat. Beaucannon)
Obeyar
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Yeah, listen... look Life Was never regular for us, at age one my unc had the feds kicking In doors I don't remember, I just remember hearing the stories Between a three family house, there was at least three CORIs He was calling my grandma, and anything he needed she would get it for him That's probably where my momma get it from I was selling weed in middle school when I was really young, momma found it in my room & ask me where I get it from Nothing fabricated, I know it's sad to say it We was young, got tossed into the game & so we had to play it I dropped out my junior year I could've graduated Still had honor roll in high school this shit is aggravating One of my few regrets that I'm sad to admit, but if I still make it off this rap then nigga I'm the shit And if I don't, same rules still apply, still the man, still the guy f*ck how you feeling inside Might just be the motto, my nigga Ish said where the bitches I got bottles Nigga like hell if I know, I been in the studio working until my mind broke Promising to put my niggas on if ever I blow Despite the lack of support from a few of them, it's love though I know your intentions nigga I trust ya Too many nights, we was in them trenches, we was fucked up & ain't nobody in the city love us It's cool though cuz, cause we ain't never put no one above us It's law nigga Tell em all to shoot for the starts nigga And if it come down to it, shoot for the cause nigga Do it for my niggas dead & behind the walls nigga But niggas dead and behind the walls nigga, couple of niggas that you fed ain't picking up calls nigga Couple of bitches that'd said they'll be there gone nigga My patience for this bullshits getting weak but I'm strong nigga There's no cure for neither birth nor death, it's the shit that's in between that causes me most stress It's the gun that's on the seat that keeps the law so pressed And it's my running of the streets that give my moms no rest she's tired Cause she know her son is in too deep She told me when i'm in jail's the only time she sleep, I tried it To give her some rest, walked in the courtroom took the plea on the chest Aye look my BMs a mess, she can't believe that I left My oldest son is 1 the youngest one still feed on her breast it's strange The flame between me & her ain't the same & my heart has become a sponge that is used to absorb her pain But ain't no place for hearts within this land in which I'm roaming, & Tina told me love is just a second hand emotion So I keep the blade by the bunk sharpened cause I heard 100k will pay for a trump pardon Come get a glimpse of what this life like, nigga just might get in a knife fight for the right price Flick of a finger give a kite flight, damn near lost my eyesight writing under a nightlight
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