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Yeah, it's that vibe right here Reminiscin' on when a nigga was locked down Who woulda thought I'd get out and have shit locked down? Since the day I clocked in I never clocked out It's All Money In, no money out When I hit the block, jaws drop, the neighbors watch And haters plot and ain't no stoppin', yeah, we major poppin' Goin' robbin' was my favorite hobby Eighteen, was on my way to the pen, shoulda been on my way to college Used to eat Top Ramen, now I eat steak and lobster No mama, no father, streets made a monster We used to watch Godfather, we was playin' mobsters We the Black Italian mafia with a plate of pasta Fifteen years old, I used to play with choppers Serve yay to knockers, got away from helicopters In school they say, "You grow up, you can be a doctor" They said, "Be a fireman", they tell you, "Be a cop" I wanted to rap and own businesses, that ain't my options I was born to hate the police, they killed my mama I wanted to bang and do music and make a profit I coulda bought her a house, wish I could take her shoppin' My whole life I been through tough times But granny told me life was gon' be a rough ride And what's the whole point of livin' if you must die? I guess this is just what it sounds like when thugs cry My whole life I been through tough times But granny told me life was gon' be a rough ride And what's the whole point of livin' if you must die? I guess this is just what it sounds like when thugs cry I got shot, I was sixteen, was on the scene Before niggas was on lean or rollin' on a bean RSC on my buckle, no Louis on my jeans Since I was nine years old I been smokin' weed I had to bury my brother when I was fourteen On top of my mama casket you see the loc in me It was missions on missions, who was as cold as me? When that shit fuck with my feelings, you get smoked for free Gun cases after gun cases, never won cases Just got sent to the pen, nigga, the judge racist They threw me in them cages, who is he to judge races? I ain't walk the stage but I get paid to walk on stages This a chapter of my life, we just flippin' pages Many situations, trials and tribulations Watch your statements, ain't no statutes of limitations Indictments, don't be they process of elimination My whole life I been through tough times But granny told me life was gon' be a rough ride And what's the whole point of livin' if you must die? I guess this is just what it sounds like when thugs cry My whole life I been through tough times But granny told me life was gon' be a rough ride And what's the whole point of livin' if you must die? I guess this is just what it sounds like when thugs cry
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