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from the way that they live
Like nas on the bench giving game to the kid
Never Ignorant
Getting Goals Accomplished
This is street dialect mixed it in

ain't had help shit
Word around town is the kid got selfish
I just might spend 30 grand on my wrist
Feelin' like the mothafuckin' man in this bitch
Niggas

forever now
I’m Living in hysteria
Kids never able to explore the area
Gangs here gangs there
Gangs everywhere
I stay persistent
Even if I feel resistant

all to sleep
Especially if you don't believe in we
And oh what a treat the mortgage is fini
To still ten toes to the street
Go I'm the one to beat
So

Quick to bring them cuffs out
Talking bout she the woman of your dreams
Nigga blinded by the smoke screen, the battered eyes
And the promises that lie in

still Detroit Red
That's what I thought
Please hold applause for Wapo
No safekeeping on Elm Street but I hope that y'all know 
Nightmares become daydreams

flew by so fast
We will take that as a sign that we learned how to live this life right
And when the rules ask how a couple kids made it so far in

I’m the reason why your kids cry, because of the shit you can’t buy
I’m the reason you hide when your landlord passes by
I’m the reason why you have

Or riding round in that hooptie
Who
You gon be when they see you with that bank yeah
Leave you dead in the street when they see you with that bag yeah
Man

on the bars everyday of the week 
And smoke the flavours it helps me sleep
Good behaviour not from the streets 
But A good debate with me on that leaf
I got no

and called it tension
Just to see what came of intervention
All the homies who stood by my side
Even when I don't got a ride
I'm looking for new places

What?
Oh I thought I heard you wrong
You said I ain’t invited?
Bruh
Tryna by an elder
Then you need to be reminded son
I was in the cellar
You had

the saddest fucking thing

So hard to see when they're down on their knees
All the bodies in the street are invisible to me

And our hands
Yeah our hands
Yeah

paint the picture
its full with torture in poverty kids are nurtured
children are captured by streets violence the call of nature
they call it ghetto cos

with ya nigga
Staying in my lane
I feel like Peter Parker
Tell me where the Mary Jane
First name basis
Plug know me by Dayne
Life is great God is good
So

some music that's fantastic
Just a kid with a passion tryna master all this rap shit but
To keep it a hunnet I'm just a youngin full of hunger 
3 summers

hair's falling out, I see it in my comb
Those kids I had, they're all leaving home
My time's about to run out, I suppose
If it goes, it goes

I'm circlin'

Neighbourhood was not only a sacred word 
-in this cloudless world-
It was a chant in each and every mute jailbird 
-Wild kids defeathered- 

We were

so we're clutching that chrome

See I been hurt so many times, by you mfn snakes
Posed to be my dawg, but all you did, was lie straight to my face

say what you say you can do what you do, I was raised by the streets but I aint no fool
Walk down on a opp catch two, cold case first 48 bitch im so

Feel your past running by
Like a vision in the night
And you, find yourself out at sea again
Find yourself just trying to believe
New dreams on these

on the street
Nobody by your sight

I Shout it loud
I'm not scared
Cos I don't fear anything
Look at my eyes
Flames are burning harder

Everything is closed

dick suck no
At all
Ion care bout you hoes i need bankrolls
I need to get my money up
I need to get that new bentley truck
I wanna pull up in that

Life is getting harder to enjoy it the proper way
I know we been hearing the same noise that our mommas say
Keep off them streets, stay true to your God