Not an Object

We've been stuck up in the hood for so long
We've been stuck up in the hood for so long
I've been tryna find a way for so long
I've been tryna find a way

I was raised from the projects
Niggas stab your back straight from the offset
We are controlled by the state law enforcement
They can't tell me what to do I'm not an object
Am young and black, and am the problem
I was with in darkness with the goddess
I was fucked up in the trenches I was hopeless
I'm cold hearted, cut a line cross open
If I could i would let my soul go homeless

In them trenches with ma niggas we been tears dropping
Ima hit a wrench for ma figures till ma fears pop
With the wraith I skill killers
Homies know I am the illest homie
Ima take ma heart and leave
I ain't gone say I am sorry
We might
We might drop your body when we pop up at your party
You been acting corky showing my shwaty your car keys
I'm with the gang
I am with mob
I am with ma buddies yeah
Whether you hate it or you love it
Ima tell you If i dont like you
We been stuck up in the hood for so long
Niggas acting boogie but it's so wrong
Shwaties gone love me cause I am the boom
Fuck her in my bed while I play all ma songs
Ima work so hard ima get her what she want
I swear I don't give a fuck I don't care about none
All I ever pray for it's real love
Ima tell you where I am from

I was raised from the projects
Niggas stab your back straight from the offset
We are controlled by the state law enforcement
They can't tell me what to do I'm not an object
Am young and black, and am the problem
I was with in darkness with the goddess
I was fucked up in the trenches
I was hopeless
I'm cold hearted, cut a line cross open
If I could i would let my soul go homeless



Credits
Writer(s): Annanias Malete
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