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The streets that raised my creole-ass
Made sure i don't forget where I come from

My story starts in "Fisherville", I grew up in "Goosport" and then "Tha

be sounding wack but the shit is pretty sad
One time my mom seen me almost die, it made her cry
Then some cops come by say I need to take a ride?

Don't be sending threats if you ain't popping shit
You can't run up on me I got niggas by ya mama crib
Moving drugs is hard the work be moving

Man  Fuck tryna help all these niggas
No i cant fuck with you nigga 
Just watch where you steppin my nigga
My pockets on heavy my nigga

Big homie

clothes
Now they’re searching man on the side of the road
People walking by disappointment in their eyes
Got me feeling like shit and I ain't even do

fabricate the shit they say
Cause they want like half the cake up for they self dog
You know artists like me did by they self dog
Cause I’d rather take L than

intentions
See I tried my best for you
You taught me more than any school teachers lessons do
Big heart never thought any less of you
I screwed up I should

Quarantine got me locked up like a felon 
Staring to my ceiling, happy feelings you been stealing 
Isolated fore the virus, faded look in my iris

I'm telling the story of your demise
And how it felt when we said good-bye
The undertaker said, "You have to decide"
The damage from the truck he'd

and trusted me
These sinister nights! I suffered without you terribly! 

But all has mixed at once! Reality is fake, pretence
Yesterday’s big nobs are pawns

piecing out the chicken by the oz
Switching lanes in the Lincoln, nigga, Tory
That's another story. Trap box kinda small but hold heat
Slap box with

knows
Stories thats never been told
But deep down it still will grow
Feeling hot feeling cold
hold on don’t let go
What you know about
Living on the west

picture but
Two minutes later she tearing up cuz she posted it 
Sponsored by Sephora but now her followers roasting it
Over a little bump on her cheek, she

won't move 
Just take them off, they are of no good use 
Your eyes tell a story you try to hide 
You fight for your life, I'm standing idly by

and they go
But it's a new year and i hope the year shows
That worlds pretty good we get caught up in the grays
Focus on the future stead of living day by

Is it too much for me to ask, to look like Brian Jones?
To have the story of my life be told by Dee Dee Ramone?
Cause Sheffield pawn shops won't buy

on. 

I got a letter from my bank though. What was it? The thing that they want to do or they didn't want me to rob it again. Ah, cause I robbed him.

I am watching the cars roll by
From a midtown loft, 40 stories high
All around me the crowd seeps in 
Holding champagne flutes, wearing Cheshire

downplay all the knowledge 
and the streets and the hearts of the ones that was killed and was lost by the perks of the projects 
and the perks hit the fe

lyricists, hiding out in your boxes
I'm thinking outside of them, putting flows in a coffin
I'm talking about rap pussies who make me act pushy
VA where I come

i'm a dreamer occasional schemer
a big believer in happy accidents 
i changed my story it was making me lonely
that faded glory getting in the way

ones and high fives, but a broken record when the next one goes bye bye

This just the intro let me not get ahead of myself, gave you the key opening up

your big ass mouth out
In fact, here's some listerene, go swish that 'round
Ay listen up, I've been in the dumps, son
I've been in my head so much, I

moves this year, yeah 
 
Basic instinct kicking right now 
Getting over all the fuck shit
Reading through all the fake shit
You must had me mistaken
For