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1st grade saw a magic trick
Mom disappeared for a couple years, had demons she was battling
Locked up, had to move out with my grandparents and my dad again
Hand me downs-had scuffed kicks
All I wore was baggy shit
Nobody gave me fashion tips
In schools always did sports, there was nobody that was fast as him
Basketball, did football, could've ran track-threw javelin
Grew up in a crack house, had to trap out-started bagging it
Couple scales in the cabinet... couple duffle bags I'm in traffic with
Who the fuck am I
How they view me in the public eye
Tryna grow from a lost soul
Gotta crack cocoons to make a butterfly
I was really at my brink, I just couldn't think
Feeling like I wanna die
Papa watching, know he shield me
When they crept up, tried to kill me
Heard they really tried to do 'em filthy
I am not a bitch, and never will be
Keep it trill, I let you know the real me
Talk to god, I heard that you can heal me
Why'd you shoot me down if you could build me
Charge it to the game, you can bill me
I don't give a fuck 'bout if you feel me
This ain't the shit that you're used to
If it's bout the family, if it's bout the money, then I could never be neutral
If you get a bag, and handle your own-homie I gotta salute you
Watch where you at, they run in your home... if you don't got it they shoot you
Spliff rip, I'ma double roll it
Crossed me, thought I wouldn't notice
Can't see, all the kush I'm smoking
I got Runtz here and some Cookies open
Scared to death when I touch the mic
You should close your legs cuz your p**** showing
Signed a deal-and you took it hoping
You would get some money and some good promotion
When I rap the shit a hidden message
If you go decode it it's the biggest blessing
I was 17 and hid a Smith and Wesson
Early age, they said the kid was destined
Getting money, I had different methods