Lyrics:
want ya life to be through
Ya gettin played by ya company, do they have ya out dare
You think Big Boy got hags, bitch you think you really care
You
the elevator
Some niggas made fucked up decisions where no man can save 'em
Everybody know me 'round my way, I'm a bona fide gangster
Gunslinger, I let it off
hearin' voices
Say I got the prints, shawty can't even avoid me
When I was locked in juvenile and called they phone, them folks ignored me
But now they
walk while Don shot speak
Di life of a gangsta is bitter and sweet
Surrounded by snitches and low life creep
Dirty cop who stick on like leech
purchase a flight? Where?
A separation might have us quite scared
But breathing on your region feeling just like, air
I feel the path back to you is
a problem child
Robbin' banks when I was juvenile
I told my P.O. (parole officer) I wouldn't give him no drama
But if they try to take my life I'm dumpin',
play you close
Stick to ropes you gotta bob and weave
This where i began nigga
Hood know i'll never leave
I'm by the corner store
20 On 4 and a lil sada
avoid me
When I was locked in juvenile and called they phone, them folks ignored me
But now they all suitcase-ready every time the plane gettin' boarded
the '80s juvenile Brooklyn
Where cats was like: "Gimme that subway pass, kid. Good lookin."
Now someone else is taking a ride with what's mine
So I had
when I ran around the corner by Pat house
Now they got my fuckin' boy on the corner
And if I spray the tec, best believe my boy's a goner
Yellin' down
waiting for his first diss track
Since they said the first one ain't stick like that
Dj Dacick 1 man, ya'll know where the tag go
Right here Dj Dacick 1
they said “sorry gotta go”
Back on my BS, I’ll snap on a remix
Everything that I will say, I do mean it
Back for part two when part one was the cleanest
God's given me all this, still
I feel no different regardless
Kids look to me as a god, this is retarded
If only they knew
It's a facade and it's
Needles Remix
(Radio Remix)
Dr. Dia
We the change we been waiting for
Won't be ignored
They told us to chill we kicked in the front door
Warriors
and mom
Cuz they found things in my school bag
They should have never found
My life wasn't too sound, juvenile
Hung around with the wrong crowd
Nothing
watchin')
Where the life guards? Are they hidin'?
They watched me sink to the deep end
I was just tryna put my feet in
They love me still like a defense
touched down in Arizona, Where the
Weed at? I was just on the block slappin' all night
Like where the fiends at? Who said they got a Friend still puntin'
I
your trust up in these broads
Over 400 shots in that car (brra)
Juvenile in a foreign (skrrt)
If they call, I don't answer, ignore it
State to state,
location
They smoke em or we bake em
Just like edible arrangements
Understand the language trying give you sumn lingo
Tell you bout where I'm from
Some Shit
Juvenile said, I need some mouth lip service - heyy
Baby said she smokin, started lightin up the purple
I ain't lyin, she a dime, from a hood where they merk
whatcha mean, she gon' ask me how I stay so clean
Uh Imma diamond feen, like a diamond feen
Got tha team and they team on my back, you know where I'm
from Chicago where they turn your death date to an occasion
You hear the same shit when a nigga die they say it's under investigation
You don't find
your highness is present...
cnd pray...
Cuz we in the present time where niggas wanna BOW! Your head and take your presents we just prey...
Predators
some paper, I gotta do it quick
Thinkin' I'm a juvenile but they don't know who they messin' with
Yeah, my mama's only son
But I live every day like
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