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I remember one time I was over at my auntie's house spending the night
We was playing Super Nintendo
I hear this lady, "I heard you've been looking for me nigga"
Then she just, boom boom boom boom boom
She let off about 8 shots
Then I heard the other gun fire off
And we was just still there playing though
Like nothing had happened
And then Vietnam, them people came back crazy
I'm living Vietnam, so what you think I'mma be
If I live it and they just went and visited?
Suckers cannot survive what I philosophize
When somebody dies, you see why I'm not surprised
Had a plot to rise since I looked in the doctor's eye
Since I started drinking milk that was homogenized
I would strive with or without a pops to provide
Mom still cries cause she fell for a crock of lies
I try to teach her to fight her fear
I try to teach her to wipe her tears
Don't worry shit gon' be aight this year
I'm at the top of my game, just watch for my name
Better off poppin my brain than poppin my chain
I claim king without dropping a thing
When they ask if I'm the best I reminisce of the bing
And think
When I was 10, I seen my first automatic weapon
A Glock 9, two clips
I seen all kinds of guns
.44,.22, Techs, I saw rifles
Livin around here you hear shooting all the time
The drama's pitiful, little niggas is homicid-ical
Couple meals ago shorty was eating through his umbilical
Now he feel he unkillable, shit is all amazing
The wrong altercation will leave his ass with a long abrasion
I try to make my life the focal through rhymes
These niggas do vocal booth crimes
I shot niggas multiple times
You sold a few dimes, but when you rapping, you the crack king
I sold it to whites when you thought it was just a black thing
I'm filled with this realness, rappers happen to lack it
I'm flabbergasted you got a platinum plaque for that wack shit
All the real gangstas, they on their way to being dead or in jail
They don't make records to sell
I asked my father, Chill, what his best memories of my mother are
Man I had fun, putting our feet in the water together
We were sober then
Once we started getting high, them memories gone
They gone
Why are you drinking?
I don't understand why I'm drinking
Do you think you're gonna stop?
Yeah I'm going to rehab and take care of myself
What do you drink?
I drink about two or three pints of wine a day
But it ain't helpin me, it ain't doing but killing me
Do people understand it's destroying you?
If it's destroying you, why do you still drink?
Do you think you've been a good father?
Yes I have, to the best capability I could
I have no further questions
The drama's pitiful, little niggas is homicid-ical
Couple meals ago shorty was eating through his umbilical
Now he feel he unkillable, shit is all amazing
The wrong altercation will leave his ass with a long abrasion
I try to make my life the focal through rhymes
These niggas do vocal booth crimes
I shot niggas multiple times
You sold a few dimes, but when you rapping, you the crack king
I sold it to whites when you thought it was just a black thing
I'm filled with this realness, rappers happen to lack it
I'm flabbergasted you got a platinum plaque for that wack shit
All the real gangstas, they on their way to being dead or in jail
They don't make records to sell
What time is it man?
Man it's only 7 o'clock
I'm going back to sleep man