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It was a struggle
Just to feed the fam
No job
Was sellin grams
It'd get me going to have that bag
And know that I'm the man
Chasing that paper
To keep a check with no wages
And keep my name tight
The streets they gotta know ima gangster
I done been locked up in cages
I done been judged by the racist
But f*ck it ain't gon stop the way I live
I know amazing
I had to fight a few cases
In county jails I don't waited
But when they hit me with 4 years
Man my heart started breaking
A lotta yall done felt some pain
But you ain't never felt the pain I felt
I made it thru the storm
So I'm gon talk about the rain that fell
But thru my struggles and my hard times
I only blame myself
Thru my struggles and my hard times
I only blame myself
I made it out
Now ima grind until they bury me
The real against the fake
I know the real ones the ones hearing me

Yeahhhhhh
Man I done bossed up nigga
Can't get caught up in the mix
I can't get crossed up witcha
Man y'all b flexin on the gram
And tryna flaunt on twitter
Till you get set up and wet up
Cuz they saw yo picture
But a lot of y'all just wanna see me fail
Cuz y'all the hating type
You claiming that you real
But knockin niggas dat got they paper right
That's the type that call the cops
Or go  write a statement right
Ima stick to what I know
And keep the snakes away tonight

I had jumped up in the deep end
Ain't think that I would drown
Heard the feds was after me
And that they wanna take me down
Cuz them pigs ain't got a reason
To f*ck with me right now
Was too busy fighting demons
To know what that's about
And ohhhh
Man they can't take my life
I might sit a couple years
I swear this shit ain't right
My momma stressin
Say she can't sleep at night
And niggas want me gone
So I'm gon keep my pipe
Man I'm gon keep my pipe
Ain't even up in the field
Cuz yo own brother might just snake ya
For some bands get us killed

Yeahhhhhh
Man I done bossed up nigga
Can't get caught up in the mix
I can't get crossed up witcha
Man y'all b flexin on the gram
And tryna flaunt on twitter
Till you get set up and wet up
Cuz they saw yo picture
But a lot of y'all just wanna see me fail
Cuz y'all the hating type
You claiming that you real
But knockin niggas dat got they paper right
That's the type that call the cops
Or go  write a statement right
Ima stick to what I know
And keep the snakes away tonight

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