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As a kid, I use to listen to this preacher preach about a righteous life
Til' a man smacked in his own pool pit and said

this shit again
Leave me alone and let me live my life
Banning people from society has never been alright
As a kid I swore I'd never let mistreatment

some revelations my path never been clearer
Gonna blow up like them hips did with Shakira (Hips don't lie)
Just imagine as a kid your favorite superhero

need it cause it's good for ya soul
That what this about, Yung B Da Truth
A Story, Everyone Hates…
What's up world?
Did you miss the kid?
Well, it's

in the same
Whatchu know about me
Im a god to you Kings
A human being in a mob and I'm the one liable to swing
Cause I never gave a fuck if I died

to god
They ain't working no jobs
If i drop "RAGER" the city gon MOB
Remember "Massacre", i still got the mops
Still living dead wrong, just fucking

Inspired by the memories of niggas we won't see again
Me and Skinny back on a winning streak again
Things I felt for her shit I had to learn to keep it in
I

aint safe, where I feel complete
Yea
They aint think I make it
They in disbelief
Now she wanna love me nah-na-nana

Spanish bitches fuckin leaving by

I've been over served
But I'm at the bottom of the bottle and the top of the world
A few weeks go by
The shows run dry and I'm waiting on another big

He say's "murders and rapists," only when their skin's brown
Turn the clock back a hundred years by replacing Ruth
But that won't stop his voters,

-Clean as they kids when they Momma they income tax
Fresh as a newborn rocking with my tool on
We come from foster homes and group homes 
Now I’m

Loose as a goose don’t get me started
Life of the party, bitch I'm high like Marley
Gone off patron, I ain’t going home
Purp my cologne, blow it by

an individual in this game,
Gotta join the mob if you wanna play,
You should know by now that ain’t for me,
I don’t wanna fit in with the crowd,
I levitate high

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Arm in the strainer

No brain, no thinking (No thinking)
Don't blame me, just blinking (Brrr)
This mob got shrunken
Kids

rumble? You better not another punchline and you getting popped
All ya kids better be taught I’m the winner you tying a knot
Whether you like it or not this

some clown fish, a couple catfish
Matter fact you finding nothing just a bunch of plastic
I won't lie to you, few will have your back kid
You'll find

resting, I'm just lost in my thoughts 
Thinking how to get respected, by the kids in the hall 
Started looking at my blessings, and knew I was better off

gon need my own
Studio, so me and the mob could get it on
Sure enough a year went by and we got strong
One Nigga had to quit, but shit life moves on

We

to learn To cope wit
Back to the wall
Stood tall 
The mob  
Got on hoe shit
This shit got me back focused 
Far from a novice
Baby mama drama 
Calling me

Though was innocent
The mob
Still they hung em like how y’all
Did the father in front of his kids
I think it’s crazy knowing God really knows how it is

by my side 
She be keeping me from tripping 
Keep a nigga hating
Imma do mo dripping 
Say she love me but bitch gotta pay me for feelings 
Get more

And the Irish mobs
Then another siren
From an under cover cop
Like severe turbulence 
Better call the ambulance
Out in these streets
I got to feed my kids
I can

Demons screaming out they're
Different voices in my head

Watercolor 
Water fallin 
Autumn smothered by winter
In a crowd of livestock the cows, pigs

Then the price is increasing, dawg
Always been a problem, I stamp
Self made, got my own bag, ya dig
Mob shit we don't talk on the phones
Because they be