Listening to your garbage’s got me feeling trapped in a small cage/
Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change
This grit is what im feeling but i aint got a light
Harder niggas try to hate me, they be lovin’ this side
They stop the whole game everytime i come around
Feeling like tyson got me in the stomach and i got knocked down.
Got me happy and calm i'm feeling...
And my wish is to have everything
I have a funny feeling that she'll be my game girl
Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl
Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing
But i see a spark, light to the end it's how i defend, feeling
Am i done?mother say i’m too youngbut what that mean?i took a chance and now i’m playing
At that moment was an epiphany and had a bad feeling so i started racing
I got the muscle to swing a knuckle, feeling like you've been wiped with a belt buckle/
Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will
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