Lyrics

I dont like to vent so I spit pain up in this microphone If I do what's best for me then how the fuck that make me wrong Yeah my parents taught me right but somethings I learned on my own Had to learn that lifes a fight and how to fight it on my own Momma always tried her best ill make sure that I make it known As a kid I made my own decisions the hood made me grown I was in that trap serving that pack out of them vacant homes I was only 12 years old when I first seen a pistol blow Damn damn I don't regret the struggle because it made me a man I don't regret the struggle because It gave me a plan It taught theres no love and niggas aint really your mans I dont need no gang on my ten toes im a stand Uhh on my ten toes im a stand I done went through that trauma i don't think they undertand Im the section 8 baby fully loaded stan Im a section 8 baby this who i am I said this is who I am I'm the section 8 baby this is who is am I said this is who I am I'm the section 8 baby this is who is am
Writer(s): Stanley Torres Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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