Grew up a good child
Never got into a lot of
Trouble my momma
Kept me safe always
Did my best not to
Fumble I never was
The type of kid to get
Into a rumble but if my
Homies needed help
Yo i'd be there on the
Double
Concrete jungle my home
The bush it be my zone
If opportunity calling
Then i'ma grab the phone
But this the sorta path I
Never thought i'd end up
Taking if you thinking i'm
Doing this to be hot then
Your mistaken
Look I get up every
Morning to work my
Job at the cleaners
Ain't the best job in
The world but I gotta
Chill demeanor
All types of people
Come to get their
Clothes dirty to cleaner
Often normal people
But only ones a
Drug dealer
A flashy brother
Showing off his
Riches with his
Miss's these the
Niggas that don't
Need to try to go
Pull some bitches
Mans offered me
A chance to slang
And I put that to
Sleep but I if I had
The money from
Doing so everybody
Eats
Got in the game
Went to give a
Chance to see what
Would happen in
Just a couple days
Made a couple
Hunnids no capping
Swear to you this
Is true I be slidding
The dope while
Dapping but I keep
It on the low if i'm
Seeing niggas who's
Acting
Me and one of my
Homies together
The perfect duo
Millionaires to
Come doing what?
Man you know
Anybody tryna
Play us we kick
Em like it's judo
Tell em play your
Cards right make
Em draw four like
Uno
Yo everything was
Swift swear
Thats what I
Thought till I
Saw my homie
Ringing my line
Somebody don
Took his little bro
Ain't no joking man
They left a note
Talking bout that
They want five hunnid
Grand
Shit done changed in
My brodie was on
Some murder shit
Tryna do whatever
To get his brother
Back stupid quick
Yo I had this connect
From a friend may he
Rest in peace had the
Material gave my
Homie bought fourteen
Keys I kept eight so I
Could pay the connect
Back i'm not bought
Stabbing backs i'ma
Good dude no riff raff
But sadly to say
My homie got
Blown away
Met up with
Our partner
Never got to
See the next
Day
And though I
Truly miss em
His intentions
Were so right
I thank him for
Being my friend
As he walks up
To the light stan
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Grew up a good child
Never got into a lot of
Trouble my momma
Kept me safe always
Did my best not to
Fumble I never was
The type of kid to get
Into a rumble but if my
Homies needed help
Yo i'd be there on the
Double
Concrete jungle my home
The bush it be my zone
If opportunity calling
Then i'ma grab the phone
But this the sorta path I
Never thought i'd end up
Taking if you thinking i'm
Doing this to be hot then
Your mistaken
Look I get up every
Morning to work my
Job at the cleaners
Ain't the best job in
The world but I gotta
Chill demeanor
All types of people
Come to get their
Clothes dirty to cleaner
Often normal people
But only ones a
Drug dealer
A flashy brother
Showing off his
Riches with his
Miss's these the
Niggas that don't
Need to try to go
Pull some bitches
Mans offered me
A chance to slang
And I put that to
Sleep but I if I had
The money from
Doing so everybody
Eats
Got in the game
Went to give a
Chance to see what
Would happen in
Just a couple days
Made a couple
Hunnids no capping
Swear to you this
Is true I be slidding
The dope while
Dapping but I keep
It on the low if i'm
Seeing niggas who's
Acting
Me and one of my
Homies together
The perfect duo
Millionaires to
Come doing what?
Man you know
Anybody tryna
Play us we kick
Em like it's judo
Tell em play your
Cards right make
Em draw four like
Uno
Yo everything was
Swift swear
Thats what I
Thought till I
Saw my homie
Ringing my line
Somebody don
Took his little bro
Ain't no joking man
They left a note
Talking bout that
They want five hunnid
Grand
Shit done changed in
My brodie was on
Some murder shit
Tryna do whatever
To get his brother
Back stupid quick
Yo I had this connect
From a friend may he
Rest in peace had the
Material gave my
Homie bought fourteen
Keys I kept eight so I
Could pay the connect
Back i'm not bought
Stabbing backs i'ma
Good dude no riff raff
But sadly to say
My homie got
Blown away
Met up with
Our partner
Never got to
See the next
Day
And though I
Truly miss em
His intentions
Were so right
I thank him for
Being my friend
As he walks up
To the light stan
Never got into a lot of
Trouble my momma
Kept me safe always
Did my best not to
Fumble I never was
The type of kid to get
Into a rumble but if my
Homies needed help
Yo i'd be there on the
Double
Concrete jungle my home
The bush it be my zone
If opportunity calling
Then i'ma grab the phone
But this the sorta path I
Never thought i'd end up
Taking if you thinking i'm
Doing this to be hot then
Your mistaken
Look I get up every
Morning to work my
Job at the cleaners
Ain't the best job in
The world but I gotta
Chill demeanor
All types of people
Come to get their
Clothes dirty to cleaner
Often normal people
But only ones a
Drug dealer
A flashy brother
Showing off his
Riches with his
Miss's these the
Niggas that don't
Need to try to go
Pull some bitches
Mans offered me
A chance to slang
And I put that to
Sleep but I if I had
The money from
Doing so everybody
Eats
Got in the game
Went to give a
Chance to see what
Would happen in
Just a couple days
Made a couple
Hunnids no capping
Swear to you this
Is true I be slidding
The dope while
Dapping but I keep
It on the low if i'm
Seeing niggas who's
Acting
Me and one of my
Homies together
The perfect duo
Millionaires to
Come doing what?
Man you know
Anybody tryna
Play us we kick
Em like it's judo
Tell em play your
Cards right make
Em draw four like
Uno
Yo everything was
Swift swear
Thats what I
Thought till I
Saw my homie
Ringing my line
Somebody don
Took his little bro
Ain't no joking man
They left a note
Talking bout that
They want five hunnid
Grand
Shit done changed in
My brodie was on
Some murder shit
Tryna do whatever
To get his brother
Back stupid quick
Yo I had this connect
From a friend may he
Rest in peace had the
Material gave my
Homie bought fourteen
Keys I kept eight so I
Could pay the connect
Back i'm not bought
Stabbing backs i'ma
Good dude no riff raff
But sadly to say
My homie got
Blown away
Met up with
Our partner
Never got to
See the next
Day
And though I
Truly miss em
His intentions
Were so right
I thank him for
Being my friend
As he walks up
To the light stan
Writer: Stanley Ais
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