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wasn't raised like that
Just put my head down and kept my mouth shut
Just like you taught me
Just like you taught me

But if only that you knew
Shit, You

the bridges smoking pressure with the gang
Shit that hurts you only go by
So we live another day
Cant you see how we were made
Ninety pounds of pure bred pain

got the situation, they got me facing
I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the strip
So I gotta be down with the hood team
Too much television

cnd you were there, with your long purple hair 
cnd I was traveling those narrow winding stairs 
To the observatory with telescopes, you'd agree
That

Ayy
Know you sick and tired of hearin' the talk around the town about the kid
Just bought my dream house, you should stop by when you free so you

'cause I don't need a father
Please stay 'cause I really need a father

I remember the night that you came
Remember the way that it changed

It's like that on the front porch
Blazing a torch drinking a nightcap
Might rap might pick up the axe and start thrashing and noodling
Either way you

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posse, for not soundin' sloppy
Swift and jeff by the board makin' sure our shit don't sound choppy
Can we adjust, this
Nast help me, bust this

bus dropped me off at your house on its way
Or I'd trek over after school for my fill of Doctor Phil
It's these memories that keep me feeling real
We've

I’ve been there on some other days, talking to me in a similar way
Talking to me? I’m bringing the hate
The partying scene is not where I was raised
Be

the windows up
With the amps turned up make you wanna fly way
Caught up in a high
Trying to get by
Throat still dry and I do know why
Cause I eat with my hands

what I'm told
Huh
I'm in LA
I was born and raised
Gotta stay focused and feel no ways
Money on my mind
Yeah
Day by day
Like its the answer to all my

shit
All butta so smooth like Betty crock
Got the game stewed out of ready pots yeah we hot
By the way cruise through in a heavy drop
Treat em' like

on you babe
Didn't even make you a spouse, don't ever speak about dark days
Cus I was raised by a single mother, her and my Dad had to part ways
See they

more road managing, no more internships
Living water he rained on me, raised by the son, that's photosynthesis

Wanna roll with the tribe?
You can

better live from the dessert 
This storm that a nikka done weathered done settled to raise the score 
What you think my momma raised me for 
To settle with

So that's your attitude?
Yeah nigga that, that's the feeling, shit
Well, keep your chin up
Alright I will
Nah, I'm deadass
Keep your chin up
You know

no
That they are our good old days
We didn't know
Because I- I- I-

We were living in the good old days
We ain't even know
Would have wished that it

shit
Mama always made a way to make me feel rich
We was broke as shit
Cold cuts always made a nigga choke n shit
As a kid I ain't neva know that broke

comes to ho's

Then the Devil was joined by an army of thugs
They were strapped with ak's and forties and drugs
They had wings that was growing coming out

tryna monopolise everything
Can't lock me down I'm a king
Wanna get spoon-fed & you don't wanna think
Peaceful non-compliance is the way that we win
Nate,

For fifteen years, finally wins and you toot your horn, all the way through town
Why? Glory, that's why, glory
We all know little glorys, we're

he hates
But he's locked in the flaws of the thoughts he's raised
And he's haunted by all that he's lost these days
And it throbs, all he wants is

Every time i bust a rhyme disaster strikes
Tra la la la laa you niggas don't get it right
Leave it to my real ones that's me myself and I
Straight