Alright, look, I said, I said |
When I was nine, that's my first time I held a 9 |
Put it on God, man, that must've been a sign |
'Cause my mother, she was strippin', she was always on his mind |
While her boyfriend, he was pimpin', he ain't have a lot of time |
So he showed me where it was and showed me how to work it |
Just in case a nigga run up in this bitch, gotta murk him |
Thirteen, I was servin', nigga, fifteen persons |
Nigga, tryna be a cocaine cowboy, Michael Irvin |
Nigga, sixteen, I was deep up in the trenches, hoppin' fences |
'Round that time they gave my boy a life sentence |
But I still ain't learn, nigga, I was tryna burn niggas |
Tryna put somebody in the grave or a urn, nigga |
Seventeen, police whooped my ass just for bein' Black |
No talkin' silent, guys give up, where's the free in at? |
Seen my uncle in the prison, shit, now it's me and that |
Couldn't break the cycle, like recycle, they wan' see us back |
Eighteen, lions, tigers, bears, I was livin' with 'em (Mm) |
Went to prison with 'em, war, business with 'em |
I'm twenty-one, my cellmate been down for thirty-five |
He just tryna see the sun before he gotta die |
So why would I go and cry? Got another passion (Bitch) |
You don't know the struggle, so you wouldn't understand |
'Cause in my book, my mama raised a man |
'Cause I could've snitched on the beat to get me out the can |
But I could tell you what I seen or what I lived, it's up to you |
Or let my brother tell the story from a bird's-eye view |
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