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Yeah!
Every now and then, you've got life...
You've got life locked up in a chair...
Gotta grab life...
By its muthafxckin neck...
Look that

to say something
He spat and they got nothing but flames from him
Raised up in the ring, stuck in a state of 
perpetual busting 8s off of puffing that dank

sentence by public opinion, and hearse
Whatever the media say, that's what the verdict is
That's how that shit gone ride out
and like me, I'm blocking out

father drinks his misery
I don't want to
I don't want to be
Ayo, what's up
I don't like the way that kids looking at me
That kid there, yeah
Why don't you

of nasty soldiers,
Now I hold heat, carryin' that weight on my shoulders.
The way that I've been raised is too much to get over,
The way the streets have

Born and raised in a house where the lord is praised
If he'd forbid to walk this way or say the things that she wanna say
Bein’ nice n’ clean was

not on my level

We  not equivalent 

Raised by the realest

Grew up on morals and discipline 

You faker than a second check

That’s supposed to be

this love?
You got me thinking that I'll never be enough
Raised up with a victim's mentality
This can't really be reality
Childhood lost just a little

challenge
Coming to America
To fit in a New Balance
But through the struggles and pain
I'm humbled by the way I was raised
I ain't ashamed to pass game to my

back (time back)
But you ‘gon never understand
Until your kids get raised by another man 
Enjoy your hot boy summer 
Bye, now it’s winter 
I’m feeling

heat

In the streets

Where we live and die for beef

In the streets

Hos'll set you up, get blood on your sheets

In the streets

By any means we gon'

don't got no time for no breaks
Ive been finding my way
Finding my place
Yeah you say that you love me
Don't you lie to my face
Every dollar I make is 10

piece
I saw so many man act brave
For attention, they only ever get in the grave
And i tried to see things their ways
But in vain, I was blinded by how i

six. Now I'm feeling sick and tired
I'm feeling kinda pissed cause papa was never here so I was raised

By the streets had desires in my heart
That one

it's nothing to do
My daddy never came around, so I got something to prove
Yes I'm a man, you can tell it from the way that I move
Seen him lie up in

longer in hurry, I operate right in his way, I know that his timing the best
I'm leaving the rest, learn from the errors of others, so that they don't

Yeah, yeah
Yo that shit was gas, let's match it
Yuh, yeah
Yeah, I been actin' anxious
I've acquired habits I consider dangerous
Gotta sit I can't

it'll fuck up your grave
Them stomach pains, niggas hunger for days
It was nothin' to praise
That's real shit, I'm really stuck in my ways
Roll a four,

Jumping up and down in my mom’s car
Two happy little boys just found out that they’re about to have a sister
I nearly cried, I was so giddy excited

prayed, knew where we came from
Get the nueve on the hip, boy don't play dumb
Cause you never see me slip I was raised on
Real OGs and the calles that I

In order that you might lead mankind out of the darkness of disbelief and polytheism
And into the light of belief in the oneness of Allah by their

"Hey I'm on the way"
CLT is my city born and raised
Every city I got somewhere new to stay
Watch 'em 'bout to try to ride my wave
Humble, young, free,

is
Amazing grace how sweet the sound.
It covers me and you now how’s that sound
He took this man from the dirt and raised him up
And he fell down broke

again
Thoughts like this'll keep you up at night
4am tossing and turning, I ain't sleeping right
Melatonin ain't working, I need that other shit
So I hop