See i grew up in new orleans, l.a., with my family,
And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see
Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see
For me and my people loyal to the family
I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million
Cause im not quite the type of nigga to spend my life in prison
Let us prayheavenly father, hear a nigga down here
Only to awake in my room feeling gloom cause it wasn't real
Fuck the dip cause that feeling was hip
Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip
But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good
Just cause im not shootin, smoking, or crippin in the hood
Rather then feeling guilty cause i'm not as good as they are
Ya see all we got is tonight and i ain't tryna see that far
Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice
Steady job providing the necessitys for my family think any differently rest in peace
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