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was raised in the trap why they expected me to graduate
I had to learn the streets I taught myself i had to self educate
Swear we had the land on lock before we ever had the weight
Before we ever had the glocks
before we ever had the pape
All we ever had was each other and still to this day
Still got most of my brothers what a blessing it feel good to say
Cuz most these niggas can't say the same
A couple words can get you slain
evil word its full of pain
Good hearts make the goodest games
Short to say you getting played
That's how i got my crooked ways
You do me bad i get you back
Do me good you get respect
You want some shit i get you that
I play my role i chase a check
I play my hoes ain't chasing sex
Im feeling like i chase the trap
Cuz i can leave it in the past
But cant forget bout what we had
Another day another bag
Them same boys that came from rags
Now i just be popping tags
Them jawns hot i copping that
Keyboard thug you not a threat
My resume say bout all that
was raised in the trap why they expected me to graduate
I had to learn the streets I taught myself i had to self educate
Swear we had the land on lock before we ever had the weight
Before we ever had the glocks
before we ever had the pape
All we ever had was each other and still to this day
Still got most of my brothers what a blessing it feel good to say
Cuz most these niggas can't say the same
A couple words can get you slain
evil word its full of pain
Good hearts make the goodest games
Short to say you getting played
Brand new glock the mop attached
I heard they say they wanna get back
Tell them boys good luck with that
Cuz every day im tucking that
And they all know im bussing back
Chill demon cant fuck with that
The real reason they they fucking mad
Cuz we got to and niggas didn't
They hate on us cuz we too different
The hate aint nun we still go get it
Blaze a blunt im feeling trippy
Early morning mornings off the sticky
Leave home gotta the tuck the blicky
Life in a ugly city
Numb to it cant feel no pity
was raised in the trap why they expected me to graduate
I had to learn the streets I taught myself i had to self educate
Swear we had the land on lock before we ever had the weight
Before we ever had the glocks
before we ever had the pape
All we ever had was each other and still to this day
Still got most of my brothers what a blessing it feel good to say
Cuz most these niggas can't say the same
A couple words can get you slain
evil word its full of pain
Good hearts make the goodest games
Short to say you getting played
The good heart always getting played
I know it from experience niggas
Real shit
And thats how my good heart turned bad
Loyal to the land



Credits
Writer(s): Uzi Hasan
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