Revelations

I'm from a place where the sun don't shine and niggas be growing up broke
Daddy is out of it mama be struggling niggas is tired and giving up hope
But you got a choice you got a voice hold onto it and don't let go
Cause them hollow points will tear off your joints
You'll get killed inside of your home
I been through it all I seen it all
Some niggas killed and some of them lost
Children be crying and bullets be flying
You better pray that you don't get caught
And I admit that I was scared
I couldn't breathe no I couldn't talk
So I rather rap I rather spit
I got some chronicles in this vault ahh
I'm tryna get it I can't let you get it
Get in my way then I knock off your fitted
Niggas be talking but soft as kitten
And when I look for them they tend to stay hidden
Dirty my cup so I can get lifted
When I blow up you pussies is finish
We shut him down he faking a image
Push for the stars the sky is the limit
Your block Ima spin it
Ring round the rosie you thought I was finish
I up the score bitch we finna be winning
I want Ferragamo and Gucci my linen
Grew from the trenches no food in my kitchen
But now I want riches on riches on riches
But now I want riches on riches on riches
Been broke for a long time
Quarter to 12 and I was looking for a damn dime
Now it's just right that I blow like a land mine
Pockets on tight that's right you the man now
Aye not looking for a handout bitch I rather go and get it myself
Bitches ask about my whereabouts cause I got a couple hits on my belt

You want hundreds I want hundreds too
These the revelations of a youngin tryna get some loot
If the conversation about money I might see it through
Some fuck niggas hating don't worry I'm finna handle you



Credits
Writer(s): Gabriel Burkes
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