Lyrics
Aye,
They got the wrong perception.
See I been stepping in these streets ever since adolescence.
Just a young boy on the block, clutchin a Smith and Wesson.
I'm Tryna make it out these trenches, hoping God bless me
They say I take too many chances, still ain't learned my lessons.
Running from these demons day and night, Im always stressing.
Baby moms got up and left, I went a new direction.
Pick up the bag and keep on moving, gotta keep on flexing.
They tryna come and snatch my soul, but they can't take my essence.
Don't ever come up on sum fed shit I don't answer questions.
This might just be a freestyle, but I hope you feel my presence.
I've came a long way from who I was but I can still get reckless.
See I done seen alotta shit that would leave most restless.
Long nights linking wit lil D just to send a message.
I'm the king up in this bitch, tired of dealing with peasants
Feel like the Grinch cause if you miss well then you missing Christmas
im tired of all the dissing,
name one homie in my city that ain't penny pinching
they a bunch of broke bitches, quick to stunt up onn the gram, but they ain't got no vision,
.they blow the money in one night, just so they cop the feeling
But I'ma dawg and I can see through all these fake villains.
Ain't never struggled, or hustled, they had a pot to piss in.
So please don't blame me or my 9 when I get to pistol whipping.
im yvng at up in this bitch and this the life I live in.
this shit is unforgiving,
.gotta protect my children
Gotta protect my children.
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