And older women put a nigga on their bucket list
I started from the bottom, and im curious where you think
Reminiscence where i came from, or how i got this, don't matter
I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper
And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets
I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds
The only things i remember from school where learned much earlier
It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her
You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin
I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression
From that. from where i come from, can't even afford pants.
But it made me the man i am today, thanks
My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom
You knew where i was coming from and would even add on
Let me go like this, ready for whatever
Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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