For the first 12 years of my life
I used to have a nine to five
I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate
Give me 4 more years to find my fate
They say he the key to my blessings
Wrote my first track in my teenage years
Driving my car to a foreign place
There she lied two years ago in my embrace
Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her
My demeanor, thirty years my senior
Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold
Ain't come from no happy home, my pain y'all cannot decode
Half my peers, they're stretched for years
Mercedes rear view, thats where today appears
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