Money is manditory, my game is self explanitory,
I hit the blunt as I proceed to tell my ghetto stories,
I'm in to deep, for my peeps, bring them shovels for me,
Some niggaz strapped wit their gats tryin to kill your homies,
Didn't know me but met the heat when they ran up on me,
Left his wife and 2 kids at the crib lonely,
Got in the way of a stray bullet when I passed,
Trying to retaliate on beef that happened in the past,
Ways of the world how will I last when the economy crash,
I'm goin all out gettin my cash,
While spend mine open, wit my eyes on the world,
Ghettos and jail cells gave me stories to tell,
Body swells from the evil smells that I inhale,
Evil set me up to fail make my life so real,
People take precaution, time is being lost my souls series to scar,
I'm fightin demons off, its the ways of the world,
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Eventhough it hurts my chest,
I'm a spark til I lose my breath,
Livin the sin since life began,
Coming all way out the water to get oxygen,
Please father help me breath again, at ease again,
Lookin at myself in the mirror, I took a second to think,
Memories of being babies givin milk to drink,
Without a worry at mind, we would play all the time,
Name callin and b-ballin took up most of our time,
We were hard headed and ya'll said it,
From our parents to our teachers, and even preachers couldn't reach us,
I said my prayers,
I gave my momma gray hairs,
She lives in fear,
The thought of me not being their got her worried scared,
They say i look just like my father without the BEARED,
They should of named that nigga magic, he dissapeard,
A couple months out of the year, he reappears,
Its all the same ain't nothin changed, you still my nigga
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