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Chorus: 2X
If you a thug my nigg* be a thug
if you sell drugs my nigg* then sell drugs
if you gonna rap about it be trill about it
and dont say s**t if you can't BE REAL about it
Verse 1
Comin up as a child my city was hell
My moma was the best soldier, dad stayed in out of jail
I came robbin and kickin in doors then on my behalf and 17 old
But ya see shorty, My mom was a G
she made it real easy for my sista and me
She did what she had to do, and got and got on the grind like a d*mn nigg* would do
Talkin about pimpin, o she did that too
I got robbed, a bunch of old took all my loot
And I was just 12 years old on 13 I'm sellin' dope thats why I thank my heart is so cold
I gives a fk about none of you hoes
All you fake thugs think about is grills and gold, and pressin these doors
(shorty) and cakin these hoes
Ima pimp, I spend my time makin these hoes
Chorus
Verse 2
Nobody loves me so I guess I stay to myself
A nigg* thinkin bout change comtemplating my death
Fell my pain as it reigns all over a nigg*
and the only way I can get away is weed and liquor
Fukin up on the daily if they didnt pay me
pullin guns on me d*mn near drove me crazy
Young nigg* went to school just to sell some dope
A lil crazy as* nigg* wit a knife in his coat
And in the streets broke heathens went through drama especially
moma swung on a nigg*, I stabbed the b*tch in her head (nigg*)
I dont scratch my head unless it itchs
an I dont smoke unless I'm bustin at you hatin b*tchs
nigg* we was brave to die, dont be askin me why
Ill rather hustle then be poor cuz sprayin wit fire
All the childhood fixins wit tha devil inside the kitchen
Got my mind on my gun and I'm finna pull a pistol
Verse 3: Bohagen
You see the streets, they'll shallow you whole,yo mind body and soul
And leave you in a ditch cold wit no shoes and clothes
Waitin for the trash collector
Follow me mind selector to the ghetto sector
They'll kill you over thirty dollars
I seen a man cut wit a dirty bottle blood squ*rted on his shirt and collar
I heard him holla a sound that I cant forget
Ran home, watched cartoons and ain't said s**t
And to this day moma thought I was up at the park
while she was at the church praising the lord
I made through amazingly unscarred
She had to be praying becuz I made it by the grace of the god
Im proud of my hard times, I spit hard rhymes
Bible in one hand, the other hand 9
dreaming of naming streets and boulevards mine
Grab yo piece of the pie, the other parts mine
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