all da niggas born and raised in these trenches clutching 40s stolos and ratchets it's real life in the slums i been sl
all da niggas born and raised in these trenches clutching 40s stolos and ratchets it's real life in the slums i been slanging birds and crumbin bums keep ya gaurd up lil nigga dis da game its all black and white I didn't studder these streets cause pain if we getting money together twin and Deko out ta get em leave em toe tagged send homie to da moseleum in my city gotta stand ten ties chin up chest out feet in niggas chest yo big shout out to my girl and the gang we got da whole hood celebrating block b lit liquor all around took another shot 1 to many no da chest hot niii I'm cocky big headed 10 ft tall keep dem sticks never catch me lacking U forget young niggas big homie still killin daze beats never caught hitting licks do da dash drop dem packs fuck ya mean I'm a king shot kallin yea in mean my ops feeling lonely a buncha phonys plus word around town he a clown duckd em down crossed em out whole clique Xd em out my niggas 4L wont never be found how we coming up slanging birds on the corner shid these some hard times gotta get ya bread and butter keep in mind this a cruel world real life slums no mans land full of feines and bums but to these single parents nobody got u but yoself aint no perseverance wont find no guidance 4eva working 9-5 get rich or die put ya feet on sum solid ground str8 drop juggs lokid plate full buffet of pounds take the pain and hide ya shame real life u could take that pain no shame let it go and do the same ive lost so much in his f****** world emotion draind face is plain I've learned to hide my soul my heart and mind turnd artic cold now i can make it through the rain with no pain i call it weather control all the choices and the voices that are inside my head say don't worry and ya problem just fade away disappears thin air yea dis road to dark its unclear chest out chin up you alright tell them niggas don't fear its a new man staring at you from behind this broken mirror he a top notch nigga byt his motives unclear like a unmanned locomotive driving 200 in 5th gear
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all da niggas born and raised in these trenches clutching 40s stolos and ratchets it's real life in the slums i been slanging birds and crumbin bums keep ya gaurd up lil nigga dis da game its all black and white I didn't studder these streets cause pain if we getting money together twin and Deko out ta get em leave em toe tagged send homie to da moseleum in my city gotta stand ten ties chin up chest out feet in niggas chest yo big shout out to my girl and the gang we got da whole hood celebrating block b lit liquor all around took another shot 1 to many no da chest hot niii I'm cocky big headed 10 ft tall keep dem sticks never catch me lacking U forget young niggas big homie still killin daze beats never caught hitting licks do da dash drop dem packs fuck ya mean I'm a king shot kallin yea in mean my ops feeling lonely a buncha phonys plus word around town he a clown duckd em down crossed em out whole clique Xd em out my niggas 4L wont never be found how we coming up slanging birds on the corner shid these some hard times gotta get ya bread and butter keep in mind this a cruel world real life slums no mans land full of feines and bums but to these single parents nobody got u but yoself aint no perseverance wont find no guidance 4eva working 9-5 get rich or die put ya feet on sum solid ground str8 drop juggs lokid plate full buffet of pounds take the pain and hide ya shame real life u could take that pain no shame let it go and do the same ive lost so much in his f****** world emotion draind face is plain I've learned to hide my soul my heart and mind turnd artic cold now i can make it through the rain with no pain i call it weather control all the choices and the voices that are inside my head say don't worry and ya problem just fade away disappears thin air yea dis road to dark its unclear chest out chin up you alright tell them niggas don't fear its a new man staring at you from behind this broken mirror he a top notch nigga byt his motives unclear like a unmanned locomotive driving 200 in 5th gear