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[Verse 1:] Youngin on the block with his 30-shot Visions in his head of when he seen his little brother got Feelin' like he could go and die in this very spot At a very young age, his tired eyes done seen a lot Part-time jobs keep some food on the table He move a couple bags to keep his little sister's cable His mama always struggle, but she's willing and she's faithful When you lookin' at God like "how long this finna take you, dawg?" All I need is one chance to make it out this shit I know that all this drama can't be really in the script Then the life I wanna live may never come And every chance I had is done until I'm at square one, like we never done... [Hook: x2] Part time love is the life round here We never done... Everything feels like touchdown on a rainy day [Verse 2:] You grow to learn every bitch know every bitch, every nigga is a snitch They lettin' everybody in the game, it's gotta be a glitch Everybody sellin' somethin', everybody got a pitch You want a hit, but can't touch base with people that's legit Every man stand on his own feet, if he don't work, he don't eat Fakes don't last long, long money, toke the strong Letras de cancionesHe heard of flights being flown, he wanna get inside that zone Wanna see a land unknown, get the money, bring it home Just wanna tell him reach his goals all day Get the crib, do it big with the long-haul weight Send some money to the bros and the hoes, y'all wait It seem far, but I see it - that full time, I need it [Hook] From Letras Mania