Twelve O' Six

I grew up on Twelve O' Six
If you know It was grove before Rachel She still missed
This was back when I was convinced Ralph used to kill kids
Back when Fola fix ya bike on the slab fa fifty cent
Air up tire You could take it to Quada ya wheel bent
Got my wheels and took it Straight to Xavier for 5 percent
Small town word traveling faster than wheels then
90's baby it was still crack over pills then
Ya faith had to be just as strong as your will then
Remember plotting on the way out but until then it was
It was more likely I take the pen serious in the pen
More likely me and my BM get in a jam
More likely her people come pick her up leave me in
More likely she know what I'm facing don't give a damn
More likely my daughter would hardly know who I am
Unlikely to ever get all the time back it's sad
All that time away is still kinda awkward being a dad
Still Kinda awkward playing a part
I should've listened to Frank when he told me to gaurd my heart
I'm thinking what was I thinking the game should have been charged
You already knew my speed before you hopped in that car
One thing I learned from all of the years of playing with god
You can't call on him to finish some negative shit you start
Nah, yeah
Samuel Wiley park
You never know the turn out a ball game or a street fight
Moma making me get a switch if it's after dark
Take my anger out on the whole block and bust out the street lights
Continuous efforts in keeping me from the street life
But Moma I'm sorry for the turn out
All the stress we put on Pops how he got burnt out
Still thankful he never burnt off
Look pops I'm still chasing the same dream
Same life you left behind is draining me
But I'm still on they neck
Feel like Jordan playing when I'm sick I'm still at my best
My success gone kill for respect
Last time I did a drill it Was
Shhh you know can speak on that shit man
I could never squeal on the set

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They out here throwing they life away in one song
You don't wanna go down that road boy
Hundred man showers Meals worse than a po'boy
Breakfast at 4 barely cooked and still cold
Some Guards ain't got a soul You can get put in that hole
When you shittin' in the floor it make you wish you would've told
You was used to toating that FN ain't no pistol in that bowl
Get yo ass put in that blender they gone mix you up fasho
You gone be somebody bitch you let them punk you for your store
Don't act stiff when you get out cause you did Time You's a hoe
Hmm You gone always be a hoe
They look at me like ima always be the Goat

Must be nice
You ain't gotta check the time cause it must be mine
I'm finna own this year riding the wave till I own a ship
Right or wrong even my wrongs are real
No justification ima keep shooting gas inflation
You want Eddie Cane or Eddie Ken Temptation
Still tempt baby I ain't gotta boast to her
All she want is loyalty she say it mean the most to her
How you expect your woman to run off some you don't show to her
I found Someone to run a whole bakery I bring a loaf to her
Mmhm progress mhm Problems Mhmm Solving them Mhmm
Still got a lot of them but plan on fixing all of them
Next time we split up it be in 2 separate coffins