Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave
New year's day in a couple of days
, come on and fuck with kid this is the life of a sinner
Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her
Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut
The hardest part of life is growing up.
Older people looking at me how i bought all of this
The whole scene is messed up, i try to be positive,
This aint a joke, this is my life history
And all women who had light features, see
Destined to win, get respect where i live
Ambition is a way of life
Higher in this messed up muck of slime/
Chasing money in the city of crime
Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace
It was normal, just for a few days
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