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Got fam in the city tryna get to these digits Dodging entanglement, no Jada pinkett
Avoidin tickets Speaking of tickets, since we on that topic
Say what you want, if you need it, they got it
Didn't pass math, but still know how to profit Tryna score on the fam, boy you end up flopin
Damn, pops said no mufuckin' stopping I'm full of that hot shit, I can't wait to drop it
Uh, stand down to no fucking body I'm conquering these beats and dividin my knowledge
Huh, I already know that they plottin' Tryna get on the screen, since they wanna watch me
Poppin' my shit, but you might call it cocky Inna stu cookin up innis bih getting ocky
Not Santa Claus but, she tell me when she feelin' naughty
She say, where you at, come touch on my body
I'm out the way, tryna get to that guala
I'm sorry, lil' mama, I won't even bother
I'm out here making ways and plays
Gotta make sure my kids' kids is straight
She think I'mma cuff and save the day
She sadly I'm mistaken, I've been lost my cape
Sign to navy, gave my life away
But I keep God close, cause he keep me sane
Family think I'mma change the game
But a young nigga still tryna change his ways
Prayin' that I get it right, cause the men in my family
They all caught by a chain
Prayin' that I get it right, so my mama
Don't think everything she did was in vain
You see
All the men in my family
We held by a chain
We don't make it to 25
Without being in jail or not alive
I'm just tryna break the chain
Uh, Just tryna break the curse, not be in the hurst
Do what I gotta do for better or worse
Tired of seeing my uncles and cousins on shirts
They puttin' they hope in me
Dependin' on me, they knew I was special at birth
Third generation, but I think I'ma make it
So in that case, I guess I can say I'm the first
Cousin on the block and he clutchin' the Glock
And it spit like a uzi anit come with a vert
He driven by God, but he stuck in his pride