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Oh, oh, oh Now what a good die young, what a bad die old If I wasn't possigated, why my money don't fold Maybe I'm too flashy, maybe I'm too bold With this pistol in my lap, I think my heart turn cold Tell me what I'm supposed to do when When these streets gave me nothing at all What's a dope boy do When these streets gave me nothing at all What's a gal from the street I'm from the streets where they kill over crumbs A lot of dope, lot of guns And I'm a prodigy, cause this hood that I'm from To make it here is kinda second to none Maybe I be number one Maybe then we can escape the slums But out here you gotta get you a gun Maybe get you some funds My mama scared on how cool I become It's all a shame it all come with the gang She not the one that I blame That my section full of drugs and these gangs I wanted a name so I got me a chain And then I got me a range And then this shit couldn't suppress the pain So I start pouring up to suppress my pain This shit is the same, I'm saying the Lord's name in vain Forgive me Lord, because I came from the bottom Where them niggas they don't make it out, don't make it out Because I came from the bottom You know a nigga with that paper out, that paper out What to do I dropped out of school My baby need some milk and my son need some shoes And I needed to choose and I refuse to lose If it's hustle being broke, which one you need Now why the good die young Why the bad die old If I wasn't possiggetive, why my money don't fold Maybe I'm too flashy, maybe I'm too bold With this pistol in my lap I think my heart turn cold Tell me what I'm supposed to do when When these streets gave me nothing at all Was a dope boy, dude When these streets gave me nothing at all Was a ghetto child, dude The devil tried to lie to me My niggas they done died on me They mamas they done cried on me I ride cause they would ride for me My niggas did their time with me Hit the block and they grind with me We up now, they can shine with me My children spending time with me My girlfriend keep reminding me She don't want that side of me Don't die with all that pride in me She said I'm where they tryna be And I respect her honesty And I respect her honestly, nobody gave me shit So I gotta speak it honestly, God damn And these streets gave me nothing at all But to follow you And these streets gave me nothing at all But to move on you I think about my hustle and everybody that had benefited God had been a minute, my life could've been diminished But you was riding on my opps, came sliding ho Bullets hit the crib, but I still walked outside the whole sun What a good die young, what a bad die old If I wasn't possiggeted, why my money don't fold Maybe I'm too flashy, maybe I'm too bold With this pistol in my lap, I think my heart turn cold Tell me what I'm supposed to do when When these streets gave me nothing at all Was a dope boy, dude When these streets gave me nothing at all Was a dope boy, dude Remember rapping for the trenches, remember rapping for my celly Nothing but hunger pains, ramen noodles in my belly Couldn't wait to be free, a cage wasn't for me I told the door, I'm on my ball, the day they set me free Now I was keeping it G, now I'ma keep it a B I miss standing in the trap, I miss serving the steams I miss my Glock with a beam, shoot out to opps in between And yeah I miss the streets, but the streets ain't miss me Didn't get no mails or letter, cussing at bitches about cheddar My mama said you do better, my release date feel like forever And man my commissary low, but I ain't really trying to sweat her Now I'm stabbing niggas up, so in here ain't any better Inhumane conditions, the floor smelling pissy Got a phone from the GDs, you know I'm getting busy You know the lord is with me, the devil gon' tempt me My first day out I ran up a whole sixty We moving like real niggas, we moving like the mob They can't speak down on me, I did it off a squad I'm a gangster and a gentleman, and I don't deal with middlemen All I do is get the money, motherfucker let em hear Now why the good die young, why the bad die old If I wasn't possigget it, why my money don't fold Maybe I'm too flashy, maybe I'm too bold With this pistol in my lap, I think my heart turn cold Tell me what I'm supposed to do when When these streets gave me nothing at all What's a dope boy do When these streets gave me nothing at all What's a ghetto child do