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full of packets of the green rockets
I'll tell you story about life on the street
I lose my paper I'm your smooth reaper
Shawty this story is so deeper

So tell me what is it?
I've seen them come and go
Why am I still living?
Why not me, I do not know

Because life has been so rough
And I think I've

they'd probably rather die than to stay
by my side Yeah, I know, these things I know

Yeah, tell me who can you trust when they just up and leave
How can I

gotta make it
I gotta make it

I'm a face the sun and let it all go
I'ma plant my roots and change the world, bro
I'ma tell the truth, never lie again
I

know what it is
Had to switch up my flow had to switch up my lil
Put the switch on the Glock and you really can tell
On the opp block ain't nobody here

that leaks
Label as fiends, that was all we been seen as
Ask about my dreams, I would tell you I see less problems
Way more heart on my sleeve than

Here is where the church is
The streets all custom made
I dont know where you are
I'll live it out again
Up here make it alright

quickly passing by

fill it with a flow

Tryna run through that B, get left by the pole tho
Cappin' that, yeah, but that nigga just told her
Rappin' that, heppin' that,

to tell you, in all seriousness, that I'm done
I did what you said, I gave it a lot of thought
and I decided that once and for all, it's over

Truth is,

that's okay, I got the strength to get back up

Yeah, I find it goofy that you ain't believin' me Boy, I'm the truth and ain't nobody seein' me
Better

gotta tell the truth
She said that she lost me like I'm drowning in the pool (ooo)

Life is full of changes
Conversation with strangers
Focused on making

pray, you shall not be like the hypocrites
For they love to pray standing in the congregations
and on the corners of the streets, to be seen by men
Truly,

great money habits, the finer things I tell her she can have it
Life can be like a circus, live everyday with purpose, the lord is my shepherd so I pray

Manipulation by the media
Flipping your brain waves like an encyclopaedia
You made the news, off the views, that is true
You bought them views, that's a fluke,

of citrus
I really only lift my wallet, I don't care about business
I tell my shooter I can't pay him if he miss by inches
They know six a hot head, I want

The Man Be The Truth In The Streets 
Come cround If U Wanna Fight For c Bitch
My Nigga M Gon Knock Out Your Teeth 
I'm Getting Eager, I Want My Shit Up, I

The streets called, and said they want more so, I brought more
In the nick of time, I brought a sicker rhyme than all they ass combined, cause they

wicked
But you got to stay humble
I got a daughter now
And she be like fire in the booth
Man and when I tell you
She like the mu  truth
Yeah but that's how

head
This world is fucked up, I can't believe
How many have died from simplicity
You're on the streets, raging in disbelief
But the truth is the cure

altercation I'm gone make it do
What it do chest be vested too I do not take the chance
Boy you not no shooter I can tell by how you take your stance
Slow flow

my shot, like it or not
I keep it factual
They killin kids
While we kick it back and scroll
Tell me what gives?
Are you not mad at all?
This sink

gon go well/
It's fucked up, cause ain't many who I can go tell/
Except my fam OT, cause he knows well/ (Can't forget Bro Shack)
Shit, feel like I never

it cuz I love it this shit bigger than me
Can only be who I am not who they want me to be
Tell the truth wont let the game flip my narrative
Find a way

I'll manifest
I got truths I've never spoken and secrets I've always kept
Built a brand off my street
Bring my family with me
Head start investment, I