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He a young nigga thinking the world out to get him, won't leave without packing his grip
Trynna figure his purpose in life, he done picked up the mic and found rapping his gift
And his father bipolar wasn't much of a figure, he seen him go manic and shit
He a good kid turned to a crashout, give him a problem he handling it
Started hustling got him some money, but now all his people keep asking for shit
He been losing himself and his mind, because he gave his heart to a rachet lil bitch
Used to send out a thot to the opps get the drop on em niggas, he wacking em quick
My young nigga hop out the car with that four-five on him he feel like he Donovan Mitch
He been going through pain but he won't open up cause he feel like they won't understand him
Even tried therapy plenty of times but he feel like ain't none of that shit wasn't candid
And he grateful to be where he at but I promise ain't none of this shit how he planned it
He came a long ass way from depression he still going through it won't take it for granted
He had to hustle and find a way early cause he knew that nothing in life would be handed
He used to dream about throwing shit on now he rocking Amiri with Louis and lanvin
He almost gave up on all of this shit and said fuck it he found out his bro got remanded
He find it hard to express what he feeling he opened up once and that shit left him damaged
Now I'm 20 years old took a whole bunch a losses but that's just the way this shit go
I was stuck in the dark ain't nobody could son me cuz I used to walk through the snow
Everybody keep coming around cause I'm up they weren't there when the money was slow
She pretty as shit but she evil inside like I seen a good girl turn to a hoe
He a young nigga thinking the world out to get him, won't leave without packing his grip
Trynna figure his purpose in life, he done picked up the mic and found rapping his gift
And his father bipolar wasn't much of a figure, he seen him go manic and shit
He a good kid turned to a crashout, give him a problem he handling it
Started hustling got him some money, but now all his people keep asking for shit
He been losing himself and his mind, because he gave his heart to a rachet lil bitch
Used to send out a thot to the opps get the drop on em niggas, he wacking em quick
My young nigga hop out the car with that four-five on him he feel like he Donovan Mitch