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and dope boys harassed by the police
Still getting pulled over and asked by the police
Bama wasn't made for a nigga to win
See the color of ya skin get ya
Years later shot again that's when they got his life
My brother got word of that while on that murder rap
And didn't get to see pops so that hurt him bad
rich
For better or worse, sickness 'n' health
I don't want to do life by myself
And don't wanna to sleep with nobody else
Deposit they turn into
rich
For better or worse, sickness 'n' health
I don't want to do life by myself
And don't wanna to sleep with nobody else
Deposit they turn into
your boy all into
I must be mental, I must by psycho
Crazy deranged and my brains with a rifle
That's the price we pay to have life today
Will I have it
niggas close to heart
Who was a friend is now a ghost in the dark
Cold part about it, nigga got smoked by a fiend
Tryna floss on him, blind to a broken
shit" in his blood stream
That's the life of a grimy, real live crimey
If niggas know that habit's behind me
Day one, yo, growin' all up in the ghetto
niggas close to heart
Who was a friend, now a ghost in the dark
Cold part about it, nigga got smoked by a fiend
Tryna floss on him, blind to a broken
'em capture me
I gotta thank the Lord for
The weed and the nicotine i can't sleep
Close my eyes and see wicked demons
I keep my pistol by my bedside
One
Gracious
The devil thought that he could take us
Glory to God you ain't forsake us
Its by Your grace that we been paid fa and favored
The ghetto
On the run from the cops till we asthmatic
In a house with a bill ?
This ain't nothin' but life for ghetto youths
That I'm writing spitting this little
rhyme, from 12 to 12, schemin
in the cut on the corner by the bodega with the hammer steamin
[Kool G. Rap]
Friend, forgive him for his sins (he better
Drill music, pop that pill music
Kill music
Desecrating the temples and the ghetto
Funeral processions increase their frequency
Because we can't
Through me, Muhammed will forever speak
Greet brothers with handshakes in ghetto landscapes
Where a man is determined by how much a man make
Cop Cognacs
crossed over and
Made ducats by the minute get it?
I'm never packin pop tarts for lunch
I'm packin 38 Specials that's why
They call me Mr hotshot
Back in
you go inside just to realize
Either you're weak or someone lied
See, you spend more time boasting about
What you do than you do
So by the time your
gotta understand these people fear what they don't know
Imagine life with no jails and no laws
And no harassment on brothers in fancy cars
Now why
and the fortune and supposed to be thugs
Tellin' stories 'bout your life when that was not how it was
Yeah, a nigga did some shit back in the days with the pack
to the muthafuckin dogg house
Picture me ballin' (ballin')
3rd world hustler out the ghetto of New Orleans
Some say life is like a fairy tail (fairy tail)
Did
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
on some, "Stay solid" shit, used to make play by the colleges
JP brought Mason Turner, our sense the road was a major earner
Nigga, my life full
Yea, uh, uh, real niggas dawg, ya heard
Yea, journey to the life, just journey
I'm the nigga that ain't loud
Throw C-low, never ace out
Only move
Yea, uh, uh, real niggas dawg, ya heard
Yea, journey to the life, just journey
I'm the nigga that ain't loud
Throw C-low, never ace out
Only move
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