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Yeah, I woke up this morning, oh how fortunate I worked too hard to make it out the bottom, I can't let you force me back Try my damndest to listen to y'all, but there's gotta be more to rap I mean I hear half the shit you niggas spit, but I can't find a fact Silly me to have faith in you I must admit, you had me fooled I thought niggas really meant the shit that they say I obviously had no clue Here I am faced with a fan with some sort of attitude Pissed at me 'cause I don't agree with pictures at my daughter's school Back in 2010, a car full of fans decided they'd follow me home Very next day, I went and put two percent tints on everything I own I had my son and my niece in the car, I had that Carbon-15 in the car I'm 'bout to let that bitch burn if they take the next turn, don't know who the fuck these people are I don't know what the fuck they think this is Think they gon' do me in front of my kid I was straight paranoid out of my mind I was gon' bust and let nobody live I was gon' clear that bitch out See where I'm from you don't let 'em get the drop on you I was gon' shoot 'til I peeped they was throwin' up E's and playing my shit from YouTube You know a bullet ain't got no name And nowadays niggas don't fear that chrome I think them niggas never had to hear that song Devin said gangsters don't live that long Letras de cancionesTheir attitude like they got a lot to prove Not much to gain but a lot to lose In the hood their diplomas getting swapped for tools Now all I see is death when I watch the news Cops killing niggas unarmed, no motive Locking niggas up just to meet their quota Everybody high, ain't no more sober Pop pills, snort pot, and codeine their soda Revelation last days, man it's almost over Niggas dressing like women, purse on they shoulder Streets got a lot hotter, niggas' heart got colder Got to keep the grass low so I can watch them cobras The good die young, barely out their strollers Babies having babies like y'all ain't notice Short attention span so y'all ain't focused The new generation looks so damn hopeless Girls wanna be hoes, ain't no more Oprahs Now the game over, ain't no more token Signs of the times, man that's what woke us We don't stick together man, that's what broke us Niggas hate niggas like they in the Klan I guess Usher ain't the only nigga got it bad Only way a nigga listen 'less you got a bag Fellas can't get a job 'cause he got a pass Niggas living on the Gram like he paying rent Fronting for an app, man they gotta brag Message got her self-conscious 'bout the way she look Now she flying out the country just to get her ass I swear this world so Crazy, ain't it man I was just thinking the same thing These niggas think selling dope is cool We did that shit just to maintain And we didn't take pictures, the game changed Do it for the Gram my nigga That's between you and Uncle Sam my nigga Got a plug, you the man, well the whole time you payin' my nigga Might as well stamp that, vouched for you so many times Who you think they ran it by nigga? Had a lot of love for you, right now none at all Really I been planning how to kill you with kindness Just want to remind you I'm grinding When shit don't go right I just blame it on timing When you don't get your way it's Jermaine every time I'ma give you what I owe you, pay you no mind Invoices all in my inbox And I'm hearing voices every time the call drop They done run a nigga hot with the small talk 'Bout to get another spot 'fore the ball drop You don't find out how they feel 'til you fall out I was tryna keep it real, that's what you thought about me? I can do better by myself, I'm better off without you Comments in my mentions, I continue counting Y'all wanna hear something crazy? I love every nigga that hate me I thank everyone that betrayed me Did I forgive 'em? maybe I feel a lil better ever since I scribbled this shit on this paper Fuck it, I'm fresh out of favors Fuck this shit Kevin, just save it (GhettOut) That's all, that's my job, huh, that's my job And I usually don't hear it with people 'Cause like I told you before My mama hear the shit I be sayin', she call the police on me, huh And so that's what I'm telling you now From Letras Mania