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Yeah, I like that, yeah Yuh His piece was hitting, bagging bundles blasting It Was Written Far from fiction, kept the Smith n' for the friction on the ave pitching Talking shit Stephen A. Smith when talking 'bout the Knicks Got dimes in his trench, young dirty boy But that tech don't glitch Red flag by his stitches and that clip don't miss Aggressively bad attitude, his moms used to whip him He bounced back, no crying, never played the victim Stabbed in his back, left with a slight twitch Big heart, small frame, still like 5'6" Known the status, corner with the automatic Famous for the shootin', left scars that'll autograph Blood in the streets, Stephen King graphic Scales on the daily, just jugg'd the plasma Smoking heavy sour, coughing bad asthma Sell to dummies out of town, you could hear the laughter He need a pastor Moms ain't seen him, don't ask her Lil bro following behind in a life of crime Should've gave him composition, tryna bright his mind But steady on a ledge with a gun to his head Went on to juugs with his friends, found two to his head Shit nasty, now big bro lost, activated anger Letras de cancionesHere everybody got crossed, now he a bigger boss Chip on his shoulder [?] on his body, got a case in the folder Early with the dope, why you raisin' the Folgers? Life getting weird like [?] and [?] Hearing strange voices like "Look what I told you" Only 16 but he live like he older Mean mug, diddy bopped [?] toaster His hideout, heard his face on a poster Robbery went south, grab for the holster Cops ran down, close rain on a soldier Just a young nigga going out in the dope gang Never seen the world, only settle for small change It's fucked up (It's fucked up) Momma smoking stones, poppa was a rolling stone Uncle was a booster, auntie had a mobile home Scary Freddy Krueger, smoking to some Hall & Oats Projects with intruders, illuminati skull and bones War scars, exclusives, kicking rocks with open toes [?] to gain a student, dog food for older hoes Books by Rasputin Shakespeare, know his quotes; "To be, or not to be" Legacy we goin' for Neighbor keep the stash for him, wifey keep the cash for him Brodie keep the gas for him, hood got a pass for him Alligator dashboard, tag on the backboard Cryptocurrency corporation come in cash form Never met his pops, he was busy Lost his two sons to the city He did 15 in the mountains Baby momma he ain't wanna bring around 'em Saw it on the news when they found him Damn the same day he got out Money and success don't equate When the angels in your life fly away That's real shit, and that's fucked up That's fucked up More energy is [?] at the end of the day More energy is [?] at the end of the day More energy is [?] at the end of the day More energy is [?]... Karma is crazy, she'll pop out at you with a fashionova fit, you feel me From Letras Mania