For the weak

She might charge you for the, but I her for the free
First time I served ah fiend I knew that shit wasn't for me
Middle school mama on my ass couldn't keep up with my key
Was ah name stole my phone and we had faded in the g
I had hit the road and bought ah bag I thought was meech
Grew up in tha streets boi this shit ain't for the weak
Talk to god sorry I ain't been to church used to go every week
Bitch I'm boujie but I love the hood I know every street
My lil partna like to hit them hoes he know every freak
Anything I say I stand on and I don't take receipts

I don't need no shooter I get hands on then wash up with some bleach
When I make it put my man's on I promise that's on me
I Made ah killing off computers boi I then turnt into Ah geek
The only way i'll tell you my feelings if you turn me on ah beat
I barely fuck with niggas I be with my son and my niece
I don't play defense but I keep my gun in my reach
I then been through shit you can hear the pain when I speak
Nigga shot my brother I put up my phone to go creep
Ima dream chaser tryna touch ah mill just like meek
Real street nigga but ima say my prayers before I eat
My brother call my phone and told me dat my cousin was deceased
Grew up wild as hell man I pray to god you rest in peace
I feel unstoppable just like I'm LeBron in the east
Nothings impossible you just gotta keep going that's the key, ya

Aye, aye I can't lie like I really do this shit for real like
I really come from the trenches for real so
I got ah whole lot of, i got ah whole lot of pain built up inside of me
So this like my one and only way of letting it go
But long live the guys, long live cren, rip tyler, long live my mama fasho



Credits
Writer(s): Lester Reeves
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