Not like me

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06 Jul 2021

You not like me I’m the young run away I ain’t come to play still remember cold nights an summer days I was grinding just to get by stole my grand daddy two five finding out this world have two sides the dark an the light so sharpen your knife trust in ya gun I seen mamas crying for losing a son the block jumping fiends drugged out barely can function cops on murder scene coming up with assumptions the neighborhood need a hero instead we got a bunch of weirdos behind closed doors it’s a story to tell lil mark killed his pop left the house gory as hell I can’t make this up remember Wanda all the boys would fuck one day she pressed her luck met an older man threw her in his van couple days later she was found in a garbage can damn it’s real out here you gotta be smart kid named shy really good for doing art drew a mural on a crip wall not knowing he crossed out a big dog they lined em up quick thinking he was banging on their strip trick em with a shorty ironic her name was Corey moral of this story it’s hard to find love in the hood 90pct of them hoes no good this is life whether wrong or right be strong enough to fight I made it this far without a scar d t’s in a nearby car hoping to knock us off of course the plot thicken I know I’m not tripping niggers I thought I knew snitching giving details enough to land me an my boys in jail the games twisted now we can never kick it unless it’s legal business the feds playing dirty conspiracy get you thirty I rather go straight to the pearly gates where destiny waits let’s be frank does it matter if you got alota money in the bank with blood on your hands thrown in a shark tank trying not to drown but these prison walls ocean deep an your intentions was just soaking ya feet but the waves change welcome to the cave gang racist cops call you by your slave name I been through it there’s truth in my music no lying ghetto babies dying young teenage mothers gave up trying the baby daddy sliding with his side chick without a care in the world shorty realize the struggle of a black girl not to mention she lost her pops he was a drug dealer shot for a five dollar piece of rock when will the saga stop

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You not like me I’m the young run away I ain’t come to play still remember cold nights an summer days I was grinding just to get by stole my grand daddy two five finding out this world have two sides the dark an the light so sharpen your knife trust in ya gun I seen mamas crying for losing a son the block jumping fiends drugged out barely can function cops on murder scene coming up with assumptions the neighborhood need a hero instead we got a bunch of weirdos behind closed doors it’s a story to tell lil mark killed his pop left the house gory as hell I can’t make this up remember Wanda all the boys would fuck one day she pressed her luck met an older man threw her in his van couple days later she was found in a garbage can damn it’s real out here you gotta be smart kid named shy really good for doing art drew a mural on a crip wall not knowing he crossed out a big dog they lined em up quick thinking he was banging on their strip trick em with a shorty ironic her name was Corey moral of this story it’s hard to find love in the hood 90pct of them hoes no good this is life whether wrong or right be strong enough to fight I made it this far without a scar d t’s in a nearby car hoping to knock us off of course the plot thicken I know I’m not tripping niggers I thought I knew snitching giving details enough to land me an my boys in jail the games twisted now we can never kick it unless it’s legal business the feds playing dirty conspiracy get you thirty I rather go straight to the pearly gates where destiny waits let’s be frank does it matter if you got alota money in the bank with blood on your hands thrown in a shark tank trying not to drown but these prison walls ocean deep an your intentions was just soaking ya feet but the waves change welcome to the cave gang racist cops call you by your slave name I been through it there’s truth in my music no lying ghetto babies dying young teenage mothers gave up trying the baby daddy sliding with his side chick without a care in the world shorty realize the struggle of a black girl not to mention she lost her pops he was a drug dealer shot for a five dollar piece of rock when will the saga stop

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