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You know me, I've always been one of them - Who wanted my mom and my dad to be together so bad You know, but things just ain't work out that way Even though it ain't work out like that Like, I love my dad, you know, more than he know I done really laid in bushes with my dad, I'd You know, I'd do the same thing for my son My son ain't gotta be no gangsta though He ain't gotta be He can be whatever he wanna be, you know Yeah, rich -, made it outta poverty Yeah, I did everything I had to do, got where I gotta be I don't never foresee, no one's stopping me Got a whole lot of Glocks, ARs, and .762 shots with me I'm feeling kinda dangerous, don't you tame it my n- Feel it in my soul, I'm gon' be the world's greatest, my n- Like one of them ball playin' n-, n-, I love to hustle You can go and ask my family, b-, I got it off the muscle From me testing with nothing, he used to scuffle Or Sherman Park, I used to flip for dollars, I still got it in my duffle All that and a bag of chips, sour cream, Lays, ruffle Just 'cause I say I love you I don't trust you Yeah, I done seen kings die at the throne I done seen n- come and try to break inside my home I done been shot at just for putting names inside songs But best believe when we caught that n-, we did 'em wrong This some real life sh-, get you real life hit I don't need no gold digger, need a real life - I don't tote no airsoft, I keep a real life stick And nigga I ain't no girl, I be staying out the mix Will be king, uh I hit my knees, bow to the Lord, ask for forgiveness I done did bad things Nobody perfect, but I know the Lord been watchin' me Like to spin the block and hit a nigga, knock his dreads off Ain't from ATF but we blitzing sh- like we Red Dogs Glock .45, I'ma give it to my security Just pass me that AK and I'll send a n- where spirits be My son gotta eat, baby mama want that Benz Momma want her a new crib, so it's time to move her again I say, "F- it, b-, it's nothin'," I got racks in the safe But if it all go downhill, she workin' back at Sweepstakes Will be king, uh I hit my knees, bow to the Lord, ask for forgiveness I done did bad things Nobody perfect, but I know the Lord been watchin' me Toosii, you recordin' that high? Bro, look that sh- don't matter F- all that other sh-, this what I'm tryna tell you What you going through right now ain't bigger than what you about to overc- Like it's not bigger than what you about to receive, bro You think that what you going through right now is something, that sh- is petty F- that sh-, 'cause guess what? Somebody done been in your same shoes I know that's what I'm sayin', so choke somebody man So look this what I'm tellin' you tho' What you gon' do? Sit around and complain about it all day, or you gon' do something to make it better?
Writer(s): Naujour Lazier Grainger, Faris Alawneh, Zakir Shahzad, John M. Cureton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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