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Yeah, it ain't no windows in my projects Just dreaded shooters hittin' scores like they Wyclef Poor communication was a cancer to my progress We only felt we measured up when mixin' out the Pyrex My ego misunderstood, so niggas overlook me It's funny how the underbelly showed you who was pussy Some find they gift behind prison walls, think what you could be Holdin' that tre piece out the car like I'm Cuba Gooding Behind the eight ball My granny's house peace, her soul deep as the voice of Nate Dogg She asked was I just hangin' with killers to resonate more? I told her, no, it's love, but I feel I'm at risk like Ray Charles Ayy, dog I rocked my brother's hand-me-downs, now I help him up ladders Poor but royal, puttin' foil on TV antennas Before my karma and my Black trauma was manufactured They said my mama was freebasin', she's hittin' the batter I had to learn the hard way this street shit ain't for beginners When shooters hit like Kobe, they gon' staple your center Food stamps was dollar bills, we had to fend for our own As these crackers judge us, my skin color would set the tone, yeah It's like these niggas play a game called "who gon' die the fastest?" My nigga keep a 9, he rock it like it's latest fashion And they don't give no fuck, these niggas even rob the pastor I'm tryna get my people right, you worryin' 'bout a classic Letras de cancionesWorried for you Worried for you Worried for you, yeah Yeah, I watched my cousin die at school like, "This shit for real?" Was close to him, so it left me with a distant chill Remember watchin' sister act to get me out my feels Twenty years later, I'm on tour with Lauryn Hill, the silver lining You turn your back and you don't scrap, then you's a ho for real I gotta get up outta here, this shit too slow for real My granny prayin', so I walk 'round with Jehovah's shield From where the drive-bys make you relearn your motor skills Parents fightin' Wakin' me up out my sleep, these police sirens Still haunted by the PTSD Was the underdog, my auntie prayed mama aborted me We dyin' every day, the lesson in that, don't trust the weak They never taught us nothin' but how to cut class and cut a key Wish I had a dollar for every rat that I knew would squeak Left him on his chest, gave new meaning to hugging the street Caught a stray in broad day 'cause all these dogs off the leash Preach It's like these niggas play a game called "who gon' die the fastest?" My nigga keep a 9, he rock it like it's latest fashion And they don't give no fuck, these niggas even rob the pastor I'm tryna get my people right, you worryin' 'bout a classic Worried for you (Worried) Worried for you (Worryin') Worried for you, yeah Don't you ever lose control Guard your mind, don't lose your soul Yeah I know a kid with no father, his father was a victim of a manslaughter (Don't you ever lose control) His mama keep bringin' niggas around He starts to learn from these niggas, he looks at them like a father (Guard your mind, don't lose your soul) Sooner or later, they're gone Young man, you gotta stay guarded, the world is heartless These are more than just rap lines Life is a broken clock, I can't get back time My niggas sellin' wet, yet never been baptisized No loyalty, they switchin' sides like it's half time The reaper's outside, so stay in this bitch They check the toe-tag, rather die than to be labeled a bitch Ain't got no white neighbors, still, I'm on the waviest shit Ridin' 'round with a banger like a radio hit Wait for the click Don't you ever lose control Sunday Dinner From Letras Mania