Only getting high cuz we closer to hell
Grapes of knowledge growing green, toss em in the well,
You live your life all serious while i'm enjoying mine
Growing up was over the fence, nigga i hopped the line
Bunch of kids growing up learning shit the way that's hard,
I'm feeling like i never want to be apart
Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle
If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal
Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will
But the blessing was in the struggle, hope was merging through the rubble
They say "black is beautiful," but ask them beautiful
Surviving the struggle, as i'm maintaining in the rotten jungle//
Three in the air for the people who struggle
Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle
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