Conner store killing
Yellow tape got another soul missing
Cop cars see them pigs on a mission
Young nigga on the block still wishing
Pay attention Everything start with a Vision
Aim high thru the roof no ceiling
Came from the gutter no feelings
Ice cream truck neighborhood drug dealing
Woke up out a dream this morning
Mama said don't stop keep going
Live life one speed no slowing
The sun always shine when it's pouring
Commissary empty hard times in the pin not friendly
Born to the streets so it's in me
Smoke from the barrel cause you know they probably envy
Red flag in my stocking
Channel 5 news but I hate I had to cock it
Still in high school I paid my lawyer out of pocket
My best friend snitched so you know I ain't Forgot it
I'm just rapping what I seen
Dope fiend getting served through the screen
Little Kids in the park no swings
Bill collector call only way the phone ring
I just wanna to keep it Real
Candle light lit cause we couldn't pay the bills
Food stamps low so we had to skip a meal
Roaches on the wall get the raid for the kill
On my knees in the closet
Five years old everything I had to pocket
My mama never listened had me running to my problems
Pistol in my hand only way that I can solve it
Got it out the mud we were walking
Bus stop full put my tears in my pockets
Kicking down doors taking Jordan's for a profit
Every since a youngin niggas knew that I was solid
From the streets where it's real
Section 8 had a dream making mills
Looking at my life behind the wheel
It's hard to stay focused keep my attitude chill
I never gave up speaking facts
Think about it now they didn't never have my back
Now I got a chance to write my life on the track
Mail call came I forgot to put a stamp
I been popping since a youngin
Laws pulled me over so you know I took off running
Court room full all my lawyer want is money
Tears on my face penitentiary I was coming
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Conner store killing
Yellow tape got another soul missing
Cop cars see them pigs on a mission
Young nigga on the block still wishing
Pay attention Everything start with a Vision
Aim high thru the roof no ceiling
Came from the gutter no feelings
Ice cream truck neighborhood drug dealing
Woke up out a dream this morning
Mama said don't stop keep going
Live life one speed no slowing
The sun always shine when it's pouring
Commissary empty hard times in the pin not friendly
Born to the streets so it's in me
Smoke from the barrel cause you know they probably envy
Red flag in my stocking
Channel 5 news but I hate I had to cock it
Still in high school I paid my lawyer out of pocket
My best friend snitched so you know I ain't Forgot it
I'm just rapping what I seen
Dope fiend getting served through the screen
Little Kids in the park no swings
Bill collector call only way the phone ring
I just wanna to keep it Real
Candle light lit cause we couldn't pay the bills
Food stamps low so we had to skip a meal
Roaches on the wall get the raid for the kill
On my knees in the closet
Five years old everything I had to pocket
My mama never listened had me running to my problems
Pistol in my hand only way that I can solve it
Got it out the mud we were walking
Bus stop full put my tears in my pockets
Kicking down doors taking Jordan's for a profit
Every since a youngin niggas knew that I was solid
From the streets where it's real
Section 8 had a dream making mills
Looking at my life behind the wheel
It's hard to stay focused keep my attitude chill
I never gave up speaking facts
Think about it now they didn't never have my back
Now I got a chance to write my life on the track
Mail call came I forgot to put a stamp
I been popping since a youngin
Laws pulled me over so you know I took off running
Court room full all my lawyer want is money
Tears on my face penitentiary I was coming
Yellow tape got another soul missing
Cop cars see them pigs on a mission
Young nigga on the block still wishing
Pay attention Everything start with a Vision
Aim high thru the roof no ceiling
Came from the gutter no feelings
Ice cream truck neighborhood drug dealing
Woke up out a dream this morning
Mama said don't stop keep going
Live life one speed no slowing
The sun always shine when it's pouring
Commissary empty hard times in the pin not friendly
Born to the streets so it's in me
Smoke from the barrel cause you know they probably envy
Red flag in my stocking
Channel 5 news but I hate I had to cock it
Still in high school I paid my lawyer out of pocket
My best friend snitched so you know I ain't Forgot it
I'm just rapping what I seen
Dope fiend getting served through the screen
Little Kids in the park no swings
Bill collector call only way the phone ring
I just wanna to keep it Real
Candle light lit cause we couldn't pay the bills
Food stamps low so we had to skip a meal
Roaches on the wall get the raid for the kill
On my knees in the closet
Five years old everything I had to pocket
My mama never listened had me running to my problems
Pistol in my hand only way that I can solve it
Got it out the mud we were walking
Bus stop full put my tears in my pockets
Kicking down doors taking Jordan's for a profit
Every since a youngin niggas knew that I was solid
From the streets where it's real
Section 8 had a dream making mills
Looking at my life behind the wheel
It's hard to stay focused keep my attitude chill
I never gave up speaking facts
Think about it now they didn't never have my back
Now I got a chance to write my life on the track
Mail call came I forgot to put a stamp
I been popping since a youngin
Laws pulled me over so you know I took off running
Court room full all my lawyer want is money
Tears on my face penitentiary I was coming
Writer: Sir Charlton Gray
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