Coming of Age

I be in my feelings, in my thoughts gettin high
I made it out the hood only thing I did was try
Lotta nighas turnt they back on ion kno why
It don't even hurt when they cross me no mo
Ima be fine
Hella blunts to the face tryna see what's in the sky
April 10th, 2002 yeah that's the day my mama died
Gone be cold day in hell before i let em take me out
A million ways to get this money pick 3 and stick it out

Have you ever had people tryna tell you what to do
Tellin you what's best for ya when you kno you got the tools
To be anything you wanna be
U got ya own life dawg, we live separately
You don't cut no checks fa me
Faded what i be up in the booth
With a hoodie on
Probably wit some joggers and a backwood full of hella strong
Big high big fry i don't fuck wit lil guys
Get me to the nigha that's yo boss we can talk business now
Catch me at the crib im steady hearing them accusations
Ace Boogie moving my inside nigha gotta snake me
Man what is goin on this shit all wrong
God be with me tonight cause I'm just tryna make it



Credits
Writer(s): Ronald Ollie
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