[Verse 1] True story Check a real nigga out tho When you think of me, real come to mind Shit I did lost my mind when my cutty died I did witness death about a dozen times Only suicide you know, is probably running lines How you say you getting down but never come inside Never need a helping hand, I keep a gun in mine Shit I was doing bad over a hundred times And never worry gotta rain for the sun to shine Can't make it through this shit you gotta wanna grind Have patience in the paper it will come in time I was in your same position once upon a time My life changed, same day I seen my mother cry Cause we ain't have it all but my mother try Two jobs keep me and my little brother fly So I vow to help you never starve another dime Hopefully we will live better in another life
[Hook x2] All this shit Im going through, got me going through it And I didn't choose this life, I was born to it This song a touch of soul you can mourn to it And my daughter only reason that Im doing music
[Verse 2] Somebody once said I rap about the same shit Been cursed since birth and it ain't changed since All this shit in schoolbooks ain't never made sense Cause all the pimps and drug dealers who became rich ?my unc used to dip up in his soft bag They say born hard head make a soft ass But now he on hard, shit is all bad Then my annie caught cancer and went bald fast Just a kid i didn't really understand much Doctors said she probably wouldn't live ten months But he ain't know my auntie she wasn't givin nothing Stay strong and almost lived till she was fifty-one So sick of being sick got me sippin tough Thirty stick up in my fifth shit I stick you up ?buck fifty leave you linking make up stich you up Its just me against the world I couldn't give a fuck
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[Verse 3] I did see so much shit Im starting to see ghosts Floating as Im coming down off this pink coke And all beef get grinded in the meat loaf You better know Im well known through the east coast Im talking DC, VA to B-molt And my philly niggers flyer than a eagle And they know blow keep it a C note But in this four-o that Im toting this three-o Better rap with that and I bet you get three-o Praying for my auntie who just went through a mean stroke Lost all feeling on her left side Traumatized said she looked right in deaths eyes Now I can see she sad, she in a wheelchair But the fam, we just happy that she still here I swear life be throwing obstacles at you When you living where I live its a lot to adapt toTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
