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(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)

Uh, he had it hard, now he just telling his story
Speak from the heart and I just tell 'em "Record me"
Fi was my nigga ever since we was shorties
Living lawless, we don't respect no authority
My paper straight, can't put these hoes for my priorities
I'm trapped inside 'cause I don't know who really for me
No, I ain't tripping, I just play this shit accordingly
Trapped in the field and he got blood on his cleats

Sticking to my 40 like a Velcro strap
Don't go tweaking with my shorties or them shells gon' clap
Swing that red beam, leave yo head in yo lap
My nigga institutionalized in them cell doors trapped
Free all them real niggas locked away
Still slavery, it's just modern-day
Married the game, now we parting ways
Do it for gang, that's the hardest phase
They let it bang, yeah them Glocks'll spray, oh
Had it hard, so my heart kinda heavy and I'm scarred
'Cause deep feelings like machete, finally made it pouring champagne on my prezi
I can only give you my all if you let me, uh, uh, uh

Uh, he had it hard, now he just telling his story
Speak from the heart and I just tell 'em "Record me"
Fi was my nigga ever since we was shorties
Living lawless, we don't respect no authority
My paper straight, can't put these hoes for my priorities
I'm trapped inside 'cause I don't know who really for me
No, I ain't tripping, I just play this shit accordingly
Trapped in the field and he got blood on his cleats

And I wonder would the love be the same
If I couldn't make no more hits
I hit the stu' all the time with a dream in my eyes
Tryna ball like a number one pick
They don't really know 'bout the times I cried
Just to put this Cartier on my wrist
I'a give up every last chain just to give my grandma one more kiss
One minute you here then you gone
Lotta shit just happen so quick
But as life goes on, more niggas just fade away out them pics Looking back on them times I ain't have no luck on my side
Used to wonder how bad it can get
Tryna find my place in this world
Used to wonder was I ever gon' fit
Every day high as hell just taking up space on the block
I ain't even have no bullet
Same niggas yelling bro and shit, it was jokes and shit
Used to laugh when I'm like shit
On jam, I risk it all for the gang
Still be the one niggas won't miss
I was in denial running from reality, a lotta shit I ain't wanna admit

Uh, he had it hard, now he just telling his story
Speak from the heart and I just tell 'em "Record me"
Fi was my nigga ever since we was shorties
Living lawless, we don't respect no authority
My paper straight, can't put these hoes for my priorities
I'm trapped inside 'cause I don't know who really for me
No, I ain't tripping, I just play this shit accordingly
Trapped in the field and he got blood on his cleats

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