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Finally found a thing that I can stick to, back in '18
Hop out of the booth and send a 3, straight out to JC
He done had my back since we was jits in school with AT
Can't forget my brother, I got so much love for JB
I don't hang with niggas, you won't find me in that AP
I always loved to stay in books, I weren't no stray teen
Daddy found a way to ship me out at only fifteen
All cause I was coming late to school, I was a miskeen
That was way before I knew a kid had ADHD
It took me hella time, was diagnosed at 18
Made it out of school without ever touching a stray C
We levelled up to private school, my stat sheet look like KD
My sister said I'm older now, I gotta open up
She don't know emotion stuff to me, feel like a upper cut
You gon' let somebody get a peek, and they gon' cut you up
Leave you there to bleed out on the streets, and who gon' clean it up
Who all got the time to sit and sob, man give a fuck bout it
Daddy beat the crap out of cancer, told it, fuck out 'im
Ma' produced 3 scholars out her womb, she really cracked at it
I thought "you was up, and I'd go out", yo what the fuck happened?
What really went wrong?
What was all the fuss about?
Shoulda kept yo ass away from me and in yo mama house
My affairs in order
I ain't order you to draw me out
And one thing you should know about LC is I'm gon' sort it out
I took all the power from the hate and I absorbed the shit
He who used to hate, can't get a plate and I'm enjoying it
I cried to Mary every single day, and she rewarded it
The day they pick LC to vindicate is bringing war with it
You ain't take the time to read a book, man give a fuck bout it
That's why you can't find a proper jugg, it ain't no luck bout it
Mama kept her son up in the house, she really cooked wit it
Might make me forgive, but I won't let 'em off the hook wit it
Show 'em pain, make 'em pay, till they cry bout it
Every little word a nigga said, I made a gripe out it
I locked in and levelled up in spite, I made a life out it