[Verse: Shiloh Young & Cordae] Alright, look, I said, I said When I was nine, that's my first time I held a 9 Put it on God, man, that must've been a sign 'Cause my mother, she was strippin', she was always on his mind While her boyfriend, he was pimpin', he ain't have a lot of time So he showed me where it was and showed me how to work it Just in case a nigga run up in this bitch, gotta murk him Thirteen, I was servin', nigga, fifteen persons Nigga, tryna be a cocaine cowboy, Michael Irvin Nigga, sixteen, I was deep up in the trenches, hoppin' fences 'Round that time they gave my boy a life sentence But I still ain't learn, nigga, I was tryna burn niggas Tryna put somebody in the grave or a urn, nigga Seventeen, police whooped my ass just for bein' Black No talkin' silent, guys give up, where's the free in at? Seen my uncle in the prison, shit, now it's me and that Couldn't break the cycle, like recycle, they wan' see us back Eighteen, lions, tigers, bears, I was livin' with 'em (Mm) Went to prison with 'em, war, business with 'em I'm twenty-one, my cellmate been down for thirty-five He just tryna see the sun before he gotta die So why would I go and cry? Got another passion (Bitch) You don't know the struggle, so you wouldn't understand 'Cause in my book, my mama raised a man 'Cause I could've snitched on the beat to get me out the can But I could tell you what I seen or what I lived, it's up to you Or let my brother tell the story from a bird's-eye viewTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
