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Kofi

Could've Been Me

 

Could've Been Me


I was 5 years old when I had to grow up
My momma stressed out and my father locked up
A nigga sold beats while my niggas sold drugs
I spill champagne for my niggas caught up
I miss my lil' bro, he not here with us
I can still hear the sounds when my block shot up
Seen him on the ground with his eyes wide shut
Thinking it could be me

I've been dreaming 'bout this day since I was in the 'jects
I couldn't wait to put a Cuban choke around my neck
Started eating all these beats and shitting on my ex
Bought my dad a Louis duffle, get my mom a cheque
And now I'm out in Cali, like I got it made
All my songs are getting played, and so I'm getting paid
Nowadays a nigga happy, so I never frown
Got my chain from great you, now I ain't bust down
When I pops got free, he started pouring up
I was sick to my stomach started throwing up
I was money years young started glowing up
Blowing up and now these fakes niggas showing up
Showing up, showing love, but I know it's fucked
'Cause they were never down when I was a scrub
I grew up in the trenches, riding with the thugs
And now I'm dodging groupies while they dodging slugs

I was 5 years old when I had to grow up
My momma stressed out and my father locked up
A nigga sold beats while my niggas sold drugs
I spill champagne for my niggas caught up
I miss my lil' bro, he not here with us
I can still hear the sounds when my block shot up
Seen him on the ground with his eyes wide shut
Thinking it could be me

Man it could've been me, should've been me
You walking with a strap, and he only 13
You was flipping packs, Lord have mercy
Now his bro is depressed, and his dad's hurting
And the same nigga tried to fight me
But that's just life for a nigga like me
Coming from the block, coming from the slimy
Where I am from today, man it's unlikely

I was 5 years old when I had to grow up
My momma stressed out and my father locked up
A nigga sold beats while my niggas sold drugs
I spill champagne for my niggas caught up
I miss my lil' bro, he not here with us
I can still hear the sounds when my block shot up
Seen him on the ground with his eyes wide shut
Thinking it could be me

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