Walk Through New York
Spitta Dame
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I used to live in Ill conditions With little food in the kitchen My single mother was workin' I'm in my house rappin writins They outside gangbangin' Tryna make they own statements And they always trippin they Robbin and they killin' for no reason Be they people with treason Never had my pops But I figured They called me that little n*gga Who stayed freestylin But his style was orientated He was straight forward but impatient An rapper who knew he had it He never got in a studio he was under rated A lot of people kill but yeah we know they fake it Spitta was real like his name is Nameless to know who did it The way he spit was a lyricists He was sick and people liked it He done got suspended Wrote a tape like chance did His tape was vivid How I used to be Reading for vocabulary Say words not know what it means I'm tryna put green in my family tree But I'm here but I'm tryna leave I used to live in Ill conditions With little food in the kitchen My single mother was workin' I'm in my house rappin writins They outside gangbangin' Tryna make they own statements And they always trippin they Robbin and they killin' for no reason Cut out the cancer sticks and the people within it And the sick sh*t is that they wanna call you out on it Don't let no one bring me down, no not no more I just find out everything else for what's in store Blessing that I'm getting through the door to a warm inside Instead of out where it pours There's poor and wicked killings in the world Thinking how ima bring in my first girl What ima name her what willl she think of Willl she like me Didn't have no daddy guide me through society I used to live in Ill conditions With little food in the kitchen My single mother was workin' I'm in my house rappin writins They outside gangbangin' Tryna make they own statements And they always trippin they Robbin and they killin' for no reason Became a black sheep Beginning to be a lose leaf off my family tree Because more and more I grew weaker as I saw em And friends and family would drop like the leaves when it's autumn Couldn't be a street dude with the mind of a scholar Lack of tactics would get you robbed for a dollar Worse when you holler With more than a grand yeah Im a deadman Wind up with a bullet in ya head by ya best friend Maybe his friend would do the same thing that he did to you And the cycle continues till the killing is through So lets protect and serve Instead of damage and hurt And assist in the cycle I used to live in Ill conditions With little food in the kitchen My single mother was workin' I'm in my house rappin writins They outside gangbangin' Tryna make they own statements And they always trippin they Robbin and they killin' for no reason
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