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YBN Cordae

Shiloh's Intro

 

Shiloh's Intro

(album: From A Birds Eye View - 2022)


[Shiloh Young (Cordae):]
Alright, look, I said, I said
When I was nine, that's my first time I held a 9
Put it on God, man, that must've been a sign
'Cause my mother, she was stripping, she was always on his mind
While her boyfriend, he was pimping, he ain't have a lot of time
So he showed me where it was and showed me how to work it
Just in case a nigga run up in this bitch, gotta murk him
Thirteen, I was serving, nigga, fifteen persons
Nigga, tryna be a cocaine cowboy, Michael Irvin
Nigga, sixteen, I was deep up in the trenches, hopping fences
'Round that time they gave my boy a life sentence
But I still ain't learn, nigga, I was tryna burn niggas
Tryna put somebody in the grave or a urn, nigga
Seventeen, police whooped my ass just for being Black
No talking silent, guys give up, where's the free in at?
Seen my uncle in the prison, shit, now it's me and that
Couldn't break the cycle, like recycle, they wan' see us back
Eighteen, lions, tigers, bears, I was living with 'em (Mm)
Went to prison with 'em, war, business with 'em
I'm twenty-one, my cellmate been down for thirty-five
He just tryna see the sun before he gotta die
So why would I go and cry? Got another passion (Bitch)
You don't know the struggle, so you wouldn't understand
'Cause in my book, my mama raised a man
'Cause I could've snitched on the beat to get me out the can
But I could tell you what I seen or what I lived, it's up to you
Or let my brother tell the story from a bird's-eye view

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