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I'm thanking God for my older sister, that's my second momma
If she gotta problem, then, her trauma is my trauma
Shouldn't wanna wear it, but it ain't fair that it's by herself
Last name changed, but I wear it like a belt
Last name changed, but the growth never did
We was close to begin
It was most of us in
Sticky situations, what's a home to kid?
When it's shots to your hood, triggers close to tha pin
I learned to cut the check, bitch, I broke it in ten
I learned to let go of what's holding us in
While I'm stepping over bodies, tripping over ya shins
Never falling for they shit if it's over again
Flow was under most, but a nigga got better
Vendettas when y'all rappers say that y'all niggas next up
I'm too fed up
All these niggas like mice when I'm bringing up the Feta
Or act like bunnies, if they move funny, shit, don't let us
Down and out the count only place they ain't kept us
Sit back and relax please, just see what the best does
I won't change on my niggas, I'll know if a check does, nigga
Relax (yuh)
Look
They told me never meet your heroes
And a couple of mine were weirdos
I learned to only praise me
Praise be to all the dawgs
Y'all can train and still know that y'all ain't me
We started zero
Adding up the times that I tried to survive my own mental decline
I was used to abusing mirror
Had to learn to love myself despite my loss of feeling empathy for 'em
They just weren't with us for an era
Teenaged losing my peers
Sometimes harrowed by it
Phone rings
Picked up a bag if you would care to try it
But little did they know my family history
Saw terror by it
And I'm lame
Go ahead and get your high gang, but I can't
Truly, it terrifies me
Cause y'all chopped
But, I've seen on both sides
Why you think I work hard to get these fits off?