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Yeah you don't know what it's like coming from this side
What you know about when you hoop you see candlelight
You got fears they might just pull up take your fucking life
I was like fourteen protecting myself with a knife
But don't trip I'm like seven - o in these street fights
I ain't ever told once but these niggas move like mice
I really used to have hoop dreams but I ain't like Mike
Fifteen I picked up a pipe
Nigga felt like I could fly
Like I couldn't die
Like the world was mine
Yeah shit taught me a lesson
You gotta walk around with your Wesson
Let me just ask you a question
Have you ever had depression
Because on your block there's a recession
And your phone ain't get reception
Your moms ain't get that message
You and dad got some tension
That bitch ain't even texting
You don't know how to express it
You want racks in possession
Drug dealer profession
Some of your mans in heaven
On the court they legends
Use their name for leverage
Where niggas roll them sevens
They rob for J Elevens
You and the Glock ain't separate
Where smiles are so precious
I'm really from that part of the world
Where niggas don't hit adolescence
Let me know do you get it now
Every time I walk around
I can't even put my gun down
Fuck this shit I gotta get out
Get moms a crib somehow
I want it bad there's no doubt
I hate being in the south
Akira said I'm on the right route
I'm gonna get it you gonna be proud
Swear to God yeah that's my vow
Fuck a recession imma fix the drought
Have all my niggas saying oh wow
All the diamonds I'm finna drown
In a BNB sleep on the couch
One day finna be a penthouse
Mom don't worry about the amount
Dad chill you can just slouch