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Fresh up out of jail To the streets to the booth Only Lord knows all the shit I've been through Fighting every day, I ain't tryna to be here Got enough to change the life So I remember what I did Can't ever save my cross can only hold what I sorrow I'm living for today so ain't no time for tomorrow Doors open up, feel the pain in my glory This ain't no 'nother rap song This a real nigga story Let me tell you I'm back to the spot on the dealin Where everybody hussle hard 24/7 Before I was Moses, before I was rappin' Just another bad ass kid really really trappin Mama kicked me out she didn't like how I was living It's just me and my bitch and my bitch ain't real neither But that's another story, focus on the realest turn to into now Real niggas gotta feel this Daddy was in jail had the yale for the ale My homies at the block but you can always get the pill Uncle not around, case still in jail But niggas can't judge me I'm living how I feel Frank you really grinding you said he got a plan He said he got a chy town niggas tryin' to expand Letras de cancionesI only got 5, he said he got 10 They only want green, I told 'em low the van Red said fuck it put this money in pie Frankie got a plane ticket then we shift it off the block That was old too, this shit don't stop But Frankie touch down swear he had it on lock Frankie got caught, and chy don't play Taught my nigga up the hoes showed em where he stay Trick a hundred racks they send 'em on his way Tied the bitches up and poured some gas on his face Damn I was stuck, really on my cash And then I got the news that I might be a dad A nigga fucked up, I'm living on my last The stress that we on he got a house we can pass Me and puzz beacon so I didn't see my brother Only in the hood tell my mama shit ,I love her Hit my first house, we ballin' we be back It was me and Boo crew and my nigga little yack Breaking into houses, some niggas call it flocking White on white lex, them hoes think we poppin' On in the club, blowing money fast The second time I passed baby stress bought a jag Whole team on, murder M Coupe Baby act ride, bluzzing chris moving Had a real movement, niggas on them deuces Family over bullshit the streets gotta salute us Salute how we came at the fuck the streets up We all blow money we don't really give a fuck Headed up the highway tryin' to get clear Hit 5 ounces I went to jail for 10 The bail said 15, but really it was jail All the way up pay 500 grand Damn we were stuck, where the fuck the cash at Just set 26 years I had to laugh at Out of my luck, who the fuck to hit Angelo was gone, probably sucking dick Mama had a lawyer, brother came up The only ones accord every day I'm chained up Did 2 years straight frighten on my case Just get me 4, trick the deal I ain't racist 4 years passed, fuckin shit I'm back Swear to God I'm living, ye I'm back From Letras Mania