The Cycle

Thuggin' out, dropped out of school 10th grade
By the parks where I went and shot my first K
Slangin' raw, crackin' cards if you bank with chase
On the Ave going hard, all we had was faith

Yeah it hurt when I seen my dawg momma cry
Like how I'm 'posed to tell your daughter that her daddy died?
Yeah I'ma thug but all that blood left me traumatized
Like I'ma load me up a slug, I'm thinking homicide

But you told me keep it player nigga, keep it bool
9th grade we was fucking bitches, skipping school
Put them crackers on a chase, I think we made the news
Ran it up, we had to take them dubs and make 'em blue

Made it happen, I ain't have to spin for it
I jumped off the porch and I just went for it
Yeah, my bitch got a bitch, I think she said she into it
Mmm, I think she said she into it

Made it happen, I ain't have to spin for it
I jumped off the porch and I just went for it
Yeah, my bitch got a bitch, I think she said she into it
Mmm, I think she said she into it



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Writer(s): Mario Torres, Gabriel Guerra, Moses Mcgee
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