What Life

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Can can go go
Get em all
First time stole
When I was 7 years old
From shop
First hold Glock when I was twelve and made it pop
Know my life ain't right
So I'm heartless type
Just because of this world
When I was young I had hope
Then it turned my heart cold
Heart cold

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Then I started talking with real Gs
They taught me that I need to be smart in street's
And don't do dumb shit
Take care of family
Have no evidence on me
But I still ride for my bros for Gs
No more bros will go to jail
I will take care
I'm trying my best
To do everything for momma
For my boo and for my brothas

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Some of us come from stealing
To dealing
U need to have mindset on that
Or u will start smoke crack
And think that it's mind healing
I'm glad for time that I can be chilling
In streets it ain't eazy u should come and see that I'm not kidding
I'm not hero I'm villain
But popo will never get me to motherfucking prison



Credits
Writer(s): Steve Papac
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