ChildHOOD
• Written by NomaL
Yo just a kid on the stoop
Shootin hoops on the daily basis, that's true
In front of the TV tryna copy Bruce
Cus my fighting technique was kinda loose
Not alot to worry about
Just be sure to leave before the cops found out
When I was ten i got my first chain from my mama's ma
It was more like a necklace tho
All the kids called me names like (wonderama)boy
Cus that link was all i (show)ed
And so it begun, chain after chain
Wanted one for four G so i entered the druggame b
Only twelve but my game was swell
In school we learnt about heaven and hell
I already figured where i was going tho
And it wasn't the good place, no no
Fifteen spending do' on hoes moving keys of blow
All i wanted was to glow
One night i checked the time in the light
A beam was seen cus that shit shines bright
Blinded popo on a stakeout
Mad cus they stuck with 25 a year
Threw me in the back put crack in my jacket
Now i might get 25, luckily i was seventeen
1year later here we are, still after the green baby paw..
don't give a fuck about the law..
still after the green baby paw..
don't give a fuck about the law..
still after the green baby paw..
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NomaL
Member since May 30 2017