Father, please forgive them for what they're saying cause they know not
Used to struggle across the city dated whip on donuts
Stomach hurting plenty, only thing to eat was corn nuts
Stolen from a re-up from machines that box got tore up
Learned to undercut the competition there to come up
Dollar for a bag, we eating little Caesar's for lunch
Too busy for teaching, know this game about the go nuts
Shit was going good till the dean had questions for us
Life was always tricky for a youngin tryna grow up
Worked myself so hard, lucky I had nothing to throw up
Soon I changed my views to other ways to glow up
Till Johnny hit my line saying he know that I'm a blow up
Bags I sell are different now but I'm paid so so what
Half a pound of greens could really get me so much
I was just 16 thinking that I really know some
Never saw it as bad until the homie got cut
Just tryna get a dollar feel them green backs
Just, just tryna get a dollar feel them green backs
Just, just tryna get a dollar feel them green backs
Just tryna get a dollar feel them green backs
Started selling when I was young, flipping gum packs
Who would've thought I'd be here flipping more expensive racks
Now I'm sitting on the corner watching passing Cadillacs
Homie had got hit so we swore to watch each other's backs
Didn't know what it was till I checked the facts
More friends, more dollars, more problems, we on track
Said if we gon' recognize each other, need the uniforms to match
Marching through the north side, band of brothers
Watching how these guys always brandishing their colors
Homies tried to hand me the pistol but I ain't wanna
Shit was feeling a little too real for marijuana
Asked me what's the deal, am I soft or something
Peer pressure was real so I had to show em
Hand up on the hammer, they all laughed like they know something
Brody took it back saying, that he gotta tell something
Two bodies on a stick, that fire really go on
You sure you really want this shit or you gon' go off
I gotta get mine back, so sit down or put on
Sat back, let em leave, now they all gone
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Father, please forgive them for what they're saying cause they know not
Used to struggle across the city dated whip on donuts
Stomach hurting plenty, only thing to eat was corn nuts
Stolen from a re-up from machines that box got tore up
Learned to undercut the competition there to come up
Dollar for a bag, we eating little Caesar's for lunch
Too busy for teaching, know this game about the go nuts
Shit was going good till the dean had questions for us
Life was always tricky for a youngin tryna grow up
Worked myself so hard, lucky I had nothing to throw up
Soon I changed my views to other ways to glow up
Till Johnny hit my line saying he know that I'm a blow up
Bags I sell are different now but I'm paid so so what
Half a pound of greens could really get me so much
I was just 16 thinking that I really know some
Never saw it as bad until the homie got cut
Just tryna get a dollar feel them green backs
Just, just tryna get a dollar feel them green backs
Just, just tryna get a dollar feel them green backs
Just tryna get a dollar feel them green backs
Started selling when I was young, flipping gum packs
Who would've thought I'd be here flipping more expensive racks
Now I'm sitting on the corner watching passing Cadillacs
Homie had got hit so we swore to watch each other's backs
Didn't know what it was till I checked the facts
More friends, more dollars, more problems, we on track
Said if we gon' recognize each other, need the uniforms to match
Marching through the north side, band of brothers
Watching how these guys always brandishing their colors
Homies tried to hand me the pistol but I ain't wanna
Shit was feeling a little too real for marijuana
Asked me what's the deal, am I soft or something
Peer pressure was real so I had to show em
Hand up on the hammer, they all laughed like they know something
Brody took it back saying, that he gotta tell something
Two bodies on a stick, that fire really go on
You sure you really want this shit or you gon' go off
I gotta get mine back, so sit down or put on
Sat back, let em leave, now they all gone
Used to struggle across the city dated whip on donuts
Stomach hurting plenty, only thing to eat was corn nuts
Stolen from a re-up from machines that box got tore up
Learned to undercut the competition there to come up
Dollar for a bag, we eating little Caesar's for lunch
Too busy for teaching, know this game about the go nuts
Shit was going good till the dean had questions for us
Life was always tricky for a youngin tryna grow up
Worked myself so hard, lucky I had nothing to throw up
Soon I changed my views to other ways to glow up
Till Johnny hit my line saying he know that I'm a blow up
Bags I sell are different now but I'm paid so so what
Half a pound of greens could really get me so much
I was just 16 thinking that I really know some
Never saw it as bad until the homie got cut
Just tryna get a dollar feel them green backs
Just, just tryna get a dollar feel them green backs
Just, just tryna get a dollar feel them green backs
Just tryna get a dollar feel them green backs
Started selling when I was young, flipping gum packs
Who would've thought I'd be here flipping more expensive racks
Now I'm sitting on the corner watching passing Cadillacs
Homie had got hit so we swore to watch each other's backs
Didn't know what it was till I checked the facts
More friends, more dollars, more problems, we on track
Said if we gon' recognize each other, need the uniforms to match
Marching through the north side, band of brothers
Watching how these guys always brandishing their colors
Homies tried to hand me the pistol but I ain't wanna
Shit was feeling a little too real for marijuana
Asked me what's the deal, am I soft or something
Peer pressure was real so I had to show em
Hand up on the hammer, they all laughed like they know something
Brody took it back saying, that he gotta tell something
Two bodies on a stick, that fire really go on
You sure you really want this shit or you gon' go off
I gotta get mine back, so sit down or put on
Sat back, let em leave, now they all gone
Writer: Seth Swena
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