Sometimes I watch my mom while she sleeping
I pray she never dies, I'm just glad that she got some beliefs yo
That shit give me relief
I know she got her head up whenever she going through grief
And she always got my back through the beef
Even tho she never wants me running through the streets
At least she ain't preaching
Because I definitely been reaching
I am my brothers keeper
To keep me underground they gotta bury me deeper
This hill we call life is getting steeper
And I'm chasing all the bills as I'm running from the reaper
Every day committing necessary sins
No I dont regret it, that shit bought me some rims
Im dodging potholes, literal and metaphoric
If you offer me a clean slate I'll never settle for it
All I got is my past now
Some pretty cool stories and lessons I gotta pass down
Malcolm taught me how to hide a gun during a pat down
Always face the door, and real niggas never back down
Always watch your back, cuz niggas always gonna creep
Middle fingers up and I'm screaming f*ck police
I got some hollow tips in my piece
When the shepherd comes to get me I'm assaulting all the sheep nigga
I stayed in the streets, I tried to stop
From gang beef to poverty, I survived a lot
Used to steal cars, ride around in drops
Supply the block, duck down as we hide from cops
With every reason to quit? Imma Keep going
Through all the adversity, i always got my teeth showing
I do this for respect, never do it for a check or some gold on my neck
Stolen car
With a trunk full of shit from the house that we just robbed
And we driving really far, squad car in the rear view
Dont you think it's funny how the pigs treat you like an animal when they're near you? (Ayo f*ck 12)
And you just tryna live
You and your boy been sleeping in a fiends living room, and she just lost her kid
Ain't do the dishes in a month
The cops is banging on the door and she putting up a front
God bless the real (yeerrrr)
Looking out for you even when all you do is steal
Playing with guns at just 14
Selling crack, weed, and pills and even morphine
We used to have the loosies for a bargain
We drove all the way Delaware for the cartons
Me and my niggas was never starving
Even had the stolen credit cards charging
A couple times we had the cops barge in
And on that note, f*ck ya sergeant
And f*ck ya captain
I had a bag of doritos that I used to keep the crack in
Standing on the corner all night in my black Timbs
Or my black chucks
So prepared to put a nigga in a black tux
So come and run down, I ain't ever give a f*ck
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Sometimes I watch my mom while she sleeping
I pray she never dies, I'm just glad that she got some beliefs yo
That shit give me relief
I know she got her head up whenever she going through grief
And she always got my back through the beef
Even tho she never wants me running through the streets
At least she ain't preaching
Because I definitely been reaching
I am my brothers keeper
To keep me underground they gotta bury me deeper
This hill we call life is getting steeper
And I'm chasing all the bills as I'm running from the reaper
Every day committing necessary sins
No I dont regret it, that shit bought me some rims
Im dodging potholes, literal and metaphoric
If you offer me a clean slate I'll never settle for it
All I got is my past now
Some pretty cool stories and lessons I gotta pass down
Malcolm taught me how to hide a gun during a pat down
Always face the door, and real niggas never back down
Always watch your back, cuz niggas always gonna creep
Middle fingers up and I'm screaming f*ck police
I got some hollow tips in my piece
When the shepherd comes to get me I'm assaulting all the sheep nigga
I stayed in the streets, I tried to stop
From gang beef to poverty, I survived a lot
Used to steal cars, ride around in drops
Supply the block, duck down as we hide from cops
With every reason to quit? Imma Keep going
Through all the adversity, i always got my teeth showing
I do this for respect, never do it for a check or some gold on my neck
Stolen car
With a trunk full of shit from the house that we just robbed
And we driving really far, squad car in the rear view
Dont you think it's funny how the pigs treat you like an animal when they're near you? (Ayo f*ck 12)
And you just tryna live
You and your boy been sleeping in a fiends living room, and she just lost her kid
Ain't do the dishes in a month
The cops is banging on the door and she putting up a front
God bless the real (yeerrrr)
Looking out for you even when all you do is steal
Playing with guns at just 14
Selling crack, weed, and pills and even morphine
We used to have the loosies for a bargain
We drove all the way Delaware for the cartons
Me and my niggas was never starving
Even had the stolen credit cards charging
A couple times we had the cops barge in
And on that note, f*ck ya sergeant
And f*ck ya captain
I had a bag of doritos that I used to keep the crack in
Standing on the corner all night in my black Timbs
Or my black chucks
So prepared to put a nigga in a black tux
So come and run down, I ain't ever give a f*ck
I pray she never dies, I'm just glad that she got some beliefs yo
That shit give me relief
I know she got her head up whenever she going through grief
And she always got my back through the beef
Even tho she never wants me running through the streets
At least she ain't preaching
Because I definitely been reaching
I am my brothers keeper
To keep me underground they gotta bury me deeper
This hill we call life is getting steeper
And I'm chasing all the bills as I'm running from the reaper
Every day committing necessary sins
No I dont regret it, that shit bought me some rims
Im dodging potholes, literal and metaphoric
If you offer me a clean slate I'll never settle for it
All I got is my past now
Some pretty cool stories and lessons I gotta pass down
Malcolm taught me how to hide a gun during a pat down
Always face the door, and real niggas never back down
Always watch your back, cuz niggas always gonna creep
Middle fingers up and I'm screaming f*ck police
I got some hollow tips in my piece
When the shepherd comes to get me I'm assaulting all the sheep nigga
I stayed in the streets, I tried to stop
From gang beef to poverty, I survived a lot
Used to steal cars, ride around in drops
Supply the block, duck down as we hide from cops
With every reason to quit? Imma Keep going
Through all the adversity, i always got my teeth showing
I do this for respect, never do it for a check or some gold on my neck
Stolen car
With a trunk full of shit from the house that we just robbed
And we driving really far, squad car in the rear view
Dont you think it's funny how the pigs treat you like an animal when they're near you? (Ayo f*ck 12)
And you just tryna live
You and your boy been sleeping in a fiends living room, and she just lost her kid
Ain't do the dishes in a month
The cops is banging on the door and she putting up a front
God bless the real (yeerrrr)
Looking out for you even when all you do is steal
Playing with guns at just 14
Selling crack, weed, and pills and even morphine
We used to have the loosies for a bargain
We drove all the way Delaware for the cartons
Me and my niggas was never starving
Even had the stolen credit cards charging
A couple times we had the cops barge in
And on that note, f*ck ya sergeant
And f*ck ya captain
I had a bag of doritos that I used to keep the crack in
Standing on the corner all night in my black Timbs
Or my black chucks
So prepared to put a nigga in a black tux
So come and run down, I ain't ever give a f*ck
Writer: Arturio Fleuristal
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