'98
How did you let me go
Yeah nigga 216
How did I lose control
Since 98, been holding a lotta hate
Little nigga with no plan, big choices I gotta make
Life is getting harder to enjoy it the proper way
I know we been hearing the same noise that our mommas say
Keep off them streets, stay true to your God and pray
You know as a kid we don't co-operate
I know the world can be deceitful, leave you bruised with a body ache
Tried to stay the same but my family got a lot of pain
But we know that
Family has plenty of meanings
Too many to count, and now my sanity has been reduced into pieces
Left by the aftermath of niggas that I used to called my brothers, eventually
Had to channel that to chat with my demons
Blood thicker than water, they both keeping me breathing
Think trust thicker than quarters, don't let the dough get between us
I don't trust niggas as far as I can throw
Wear hoodies to hide my face cause they can't see what I'm seeing
How did you let me go
Too many to count and now my sanity has been reduced into pieces
How did I lose control
Eventually had to channel that to chat with my demons
How did you let me go
Think trust thicker than quarters, don't let the dough get between us
How did I lose control
Wear hoodies to hide my face, they can't see what I'm seeing
But back then I had hoop dreams for real
Ain't shit changed about the work, still improving the skill
Ain't had the nerve to pull triggers, just shoot 3s and chill
While other niggas in the city was shooting to kill
And I'll admit that my friends wasn't the greatest
Remember times we had to make some bad decisions to get bread for the basics
I know some niggas ain't as fortunate as me because they dead on the pavement
I got a roof above my head when its raining
But everybody can't be lucky
Watching all these rap niggas knowing they don't really got my duffy
They steady fucking up the culture, yeah the facts get ugly
So I can't sleep until this rap means something
And I can stack these hundreds up
Bitch in cash we trust and
I'm spinning laps in front of 'em
Sipping back lean double cup
Zip the bag, keep tucked
I know I done ran these numbers up
Like a math genius or something
Yeah he's up to something, yeah
Aye let that beat play
Yeah nigga 216
How did I lose control
Since 98, been holding a lotta hate
Little nigga with no plan, big choices I gotta make
Life is getting harder to enjoy it the proper way
I know we been hearing the same noise that our mommas say
Keep off them streets, stay true to your God and pray
You know as a kid we don't co-operate
I know the world can be deceitful, leave you bruised with a body ache
Tried to stay the same but my family got a lot of pain
But we know that
Family has plenty of meanings
Too many to count, and now my sanity has been reduced into pieces
Left by the aftermath of niggas that I used to called my brothers, eventually
Had to channel that to chat with my demons
Blood thicker than water, they both keeping me breathing
Think trust thicker than quarters, don't let the dough get between us
I don't trust niggas as far as I can throw
Wear hoodies to hide my face cause they can't see what I'm seeing
How did you let me go
Too many to count and now my sanity has been reduced into pieces
How did I lose control
Eventually had to channel that to chat with my demons
How did you let me go
Think trust thicker than quarters, don't let the dough get between us
How did I lose control
Wear hoodies to hide my face, they can't see what I'm seeing
But back then I had hoop dreams for real
Ain't shit changed about the work, still improving the skill
Ain't had the nerve to pull triggers, just shoot 3s and chill
While other niggas in the city was shooting to kill
And I'll admit that my friends wasn't the greatest
Remember times we had to make some bad decisions to get bread for the basics
I know some niggas ain't as fortunate as me because they dead on the pavement
I got a roof above my head when its raining
But everybody can't be lucky
Watching all these rap niggas knowing they don't really got my duffy
They steady fucking up the culture, yeah the facts get ugly
So I can't sleep until this rap means something
And I can stack these hundreds up
Bitch in cash we trust and
I'm spinning laps in front of 'em
Sipping back lean double cup
Zip the bag, keep tucked
I know I done ran these numbers up
Like a math genius or something
Yeah he's up to something, yeah
Aye let that beat play
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