| You can see the work through my eyes |
| Man, I'm just a kid in disguise |
| And I gotta be careful 'cause this is why the kids in the sky |
| Can't afford to see momma cry |
| So for that I stay with my guys |
| And keep that thing by my side |
| And pray that I stay alive |
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| It won't be long, mama I'm coming home |
| I gotta stay strong, this is the life I chose |
| So I gotta stay ten toes down before they make me a ghost |
| 'Cause they want me gone and will decompose |
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| I ain't get to have, believe me, I tried |
| And they switched apart from me |
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| I'm tryna survive, homie |
| They say you get what you give, it is what it is |
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| they lied to me |
| Had this feeling inside of me |
| That I could only rely on me |
| It was me and Marzo in a warzone |
| Lookin' for opps like "Where is |
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| Ain't need no choppa, we break his jaw bone |
| Ain't no one-on-one, when one go, we all go |
| Rest in peace to all the fallen soldiers |
| I can't let no one close to me |
| Trust me, this ain't how it's 'posed to be |
| Had to treat niggas |
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| holdin' me down |
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| I like blue faces over yellow tape |
| Been knew that this wasn't a life for me |
| Something wasn't right for me |
| But now the music is what it gotta be |
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| It won't be long, mama I'm coming home |
| I gotta stay strong, this is the life I chose |
| So I gotta stay ten toes down before they make me a ghost |
| 'Cause they want me gone and will decompose |
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| Lotta niggas started changin' on me |
| Feel the energy and pain on me |
| Back hurt, 'cause the gang on me |
| When it's war time, they gon' bang for me |
| Still walk around with that thing on me |
| Still in the hood with these chains on me |
| Bitch tryna line me, don't blame shorty |
| Honestly, I be watchin' my main shorty |
| Gun in my pants with the mains on me |
| Still got them shooters who bang for me |
| Still got them demons who stain for me |
| Rappin' been taking my pain from me |
| Struggle, so I'ma remain hungry |
| Used to struggle, so I'ma remain hungry |
| Trauma been tryin' to run games on me |
| I gotta focus on big bag |
| Niggas broke on they ass and they big mad |
| Backwoods, don't fuck with no zig zag |
| Rolling deadies, we call that shit big gas |
| .40 cal my pistol gon' click-clack |
| I can't fuck with no niggas that chit-chat |
| They bit as a kid, niggas did that |
| If I'm rappin' 'bout somethin' I lived that |
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| You can see the work through my eyes |
| Man, I'm just a kid in disguise |
| And I gotta be careful 'cause this is why the kids in the sky |
| Can't afford to see momma cry |
| So for that I stay with my guys |
| And keep that thing by my side |
| And pray that I stay alive |
|
| It won't be long, mama I'm coming home |
| I gotta stay strong, this is the life I chose |
| So I gotta stay ten toes down before they make me a ghost |
| 'Cause they want me gone and will decompose |
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