Stories Told

I was a youngin'
I seen pain and suffering
Seen frames of pictures, that we really wanted
Seen death while my birthday around the Conner
1st of February, I turned into a loner
25th a lot of people don't see 25
Beefing with some niggas, OG say be ill advised
Shooting out the whip these clips could be televised
Shooting then patting my self surprised to be still alive
In the booth trying to see how to flow a rhyme
My homie said his brother dead and his mama crying
He said we gotta slide it's not really much for him to say
Gotta go to they block funerals and waits
No ski mask, we just ran inside the place
Shooting everybody, bet you can feel the hate
If it's beef then it's up and that's where it stay
We left the scene with relive, we just glad we got away
Then we turn on the news, cops looking through the safe
They say it's prints around the house and a witness seen a face
They was peeping out they window and they even got the plates
They drew a sketch of the person, I seen my face on the case
God Dam



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Writer(s): Robert Miner
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