Intro

I would rock with n***as cause i had no shoulder to lean on
We was constipated together how you go s**t on me hom
I had to run the streets cause my mama was never home
Got it on my own jumped of the porch with that chrome
Diss me in a song send shoots at your f**king dome

Rather you than me my G I gotta make it home
Seventy one gang A L M militia strong
Posted with that fire got the product in my draws

I was in the cell wall shanks in my f**king draws
Trying to make a f***king song
Waiting til I go home

Late night in the street stomach hurt and I can't eat
Hustle get real cold when you grinding with no heat

F**k the rich n***a man I do this s**t for the struggle
Shootout to the n***as got life in them cell blocks
Free my n***a Malcom they gave him life they won't let him out

Every time I talked back mama hit me in my mouth
Had to get it how I live
Couldn't sit home on the couch
Mama had the last straw she kicked my a** out
Now I'm posted on Trapnola getting how I live
It is what it is



Credits
Writer(s): Quatez Foster
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