CHRONICLES

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Storytime $y
SRN $UPREME
Oh Whyyyyyy
G-o-t, 'e-m
I got 'em, I got 'em, I got 'em

I got a story
And only presentin' the parts that's important
Bout a young negus, a king and preacher
He 22, looks by the soul like he 40
Look by the soul like he 40
Grinding that turn all the minutes to hours
The hours that turn into days
Now the days gettin' stormy
Back to Act I of this story
I got a story to tell 'em
Bout a young negus, they judged as a felon
Needed advice and direction
They locked him up 'cuz of the vices he selling
The family he feeding
The life that was breeding
Choking on tough love
What he was breathing
Just a young negus
They ain't need a reason
The life that was sentenced
But family that's ruined
I look at that white man like, who are you fooling
Thinking that if they'd remove him
That it'd just kill off our movement
This ain't no regular groovin'
Sneak in his message through music
This why my people start lootin'
This ain't no regular groovin'
Sneak in his message through music
Ah Ah

He sees a few tweets saying
Go Chase A Bag
But never they mention the price on the tag
There's followers following followers
Twistin' their narratives
Read 'em like Oliver
His tolerance tested
The cappin' keeps tauntin' him
Eyeing these ballers
The diamonds they flossing in
Never could catch up with work that's exhausting him
That was the day that he found his true cost within

He just didn't get it like how can they flex
How can they flex
Knowing that one day they'd be laid to rest
Be laid to rest
Look at the dollars that they all just left
They all just left
They go right back to the followers following followers
Toxic
The cycle don't rest

So now he ain't messing with college
They taxing for dollars
No reason to test
They teachin' bout technical
GHOE the festival
He hittin' the block with a tech
He found him a model
The coochie was grippin' him
She got her legs 'round his neck
The pumps he was giving her
Lumps that had entered
Look how his life was reset
Cuz now he father
His family tree taller
He's pushing to make up a check
She threw him a bone for his boner
He couldn't go longer
She gave him a set
He couldn't even question or quest
He just knew he was blessed
Now it's time for his BEST

I got respect for lil bro
He kept his profile low
I know y'all dig that
Got a job selling that blow
Serving KD's and they didn't even know
(Where's dispatch)
Who that lil negus that did that
Friends turned to family and didn't even grow
They mismatched
Life is a bitch
Tried to label him felon
He switch up direction
And with no aggression
He gave her a bitch slap
$y the kids
He gave her a bitch, bitch
He pushed for some years in his bubble
Looking back how did his age get to double
Member the days when he voted Obama
Those the last days that he spent with his mama
Last words she gave him
Was make sure you guide them kids unlike yo father
And make sure keep on applying that pressure
Cuz there's no such thing in life as a bother
Don't let that son of yours end up like you did
Grew to a man but was never well rooted
Always was holding the highest of hopes
But now look how you've fallen
That was the last time he talked to his mother
Significant figure, his other
He didn't wanna die alone, just like his brother
He didn't wanna die alone

Left him that night
Last time he felt a tear drop from his eye
He realized in time
He needed to make sure his son didn't run in these streets
So he never was left out of sight
But hold on now $y
I got a question
I got a question to ask if I might
He started out fathering two
And watched after 1
Well then what happened to 2
She fell in the cracks like a rose out of concrete
What does that mean
She learned while she grew
Now what do we see
A little girl taxing the block
Selling gas, lean, rocks
What was it she'd wanted to be
A bread winner just like her daddy
He's 44, but now how old is she
She's 22, look how the cycle repeats
What happened to OG
Big OG, nah he didn't trip
Because he didn't know that it's HIS a little girl in the streets
Selling better than him
Making twice than he could
Like a new veteran
Working long years
Just to come up as a drugpin
Blood, sweat, & tears
They both steady raised off of thuggin'
Neither one knows
Cuz they was both raised with no huggin'
Heart strings grew thin
They stressed cuz of all of the tuggin'
Cycle of hate
That they both fell in love with it
Times weren't too great
But they both came above it

He's starting to notice how some of his cheese
His stacks decrease
A famine disease
And seen how his hunger diminished
He couldn't be finished
A thought that was bred out of greed
OG was stacking his chips
But he's hungry for more
Popped off as soon as he found out his money had went to a whore
A little girl out here was hurting his store
So now that he got 'em some intel
He knew what to do
He called up his crew
And said make competition no more
Big OG, nah he ain't wanna see anymore
Goes back to his boys
They sittin' 'round plotting with ploys
They loading their Glocks and their toys
To figure out how could they serve to their master
The clever young negus that's rapping
SRN, the realest of noise
SRN, the realest of
SRN, the realest of noise
SRN, the realest of
SRN, the realest of noise
SRN, the realest of
Got 'em
SRN, just give 'em the nouns and the verbs

They finally bring her back
And under that burlap sack
While she's panting to breathe
He pulls it back
Now what does he see
It's his lil girl crying SIREN and B
A twisted cycle
Oh now can you see
It happens to many
We only spit Fendi's, ah
Now look how the cycle repeats
I got 'em
G-o-t, 'e-m, mm
I got 'em, I got 'em, I got 'em
SRN, just give 'em the nouns and the verbs