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Christopher Smith
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Couldn't fake it if I wanted to, this shit so real now
Got my **** in the box, it's so hard not to think about him
Judge keepin' me on tether, never stayed in the house
Long as this shit keep sellin', long way from a drought
I don't know them **** tellin' and the rest of my squad
Tellin' me shit gettin' better, man, I hope it ain't a lot
Can't tell me how to feel, you was never on the block
I'm so YBN, it ain't no **** bigger than the mob
She'll cut him in, she'll get his goofy ass slimed
All the shit I did, I'm thinkin', "How the fuck I make it out?"
Let the world tell this shit, I'm done and every **** out
No love in my city, shoot this bitch at every **** out
One love, you can't tell me I ain't came far
I been gettin' so much money, gotta thank God
Whole time I'm gettin' back, they thought I ran out
Young **** from the 'jects, they all on me now
Still come out on top, I ain't lookin' down
It ain't too many **** 'round me when I look around
Ain't know what he on when you see me out
And you know if I see you out, I ain't gon' think twice
Unc' came home, went back, they done gave him life
Whole life gone, he in that bitch until my **** die
Good on my own, these ho **** want what I got
If I was doin' bad, come and see how I'm doin' now
Young **** from the 'jects, they all on me now
(All the shit I did, I'm thinkin', "How the fuck I make it out?")
(One love, you can't tell me I ain't came far)
Written by: Christopher Smith