Helping the the position that i'm in
The deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion
That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss
The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.
My home girl told me i got an issue
Take the time i wasted helping you out on you
Instead of her dreams being buried and no one there helping,
Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing
The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly
And to my soldiers rocking green in the country
Cuz the the one you put in my back just helping me thrive
Every nigga prolly' hate, tell them niggas get a life
With him helping this time
Doctor said i was fine
Always helping me though
We magnetizing the ghetto
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