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Yeah I'm just happy to be back you know I ain't been in this, in this booth in a minute, you know Niggas, niggas been going through shit and shit (haha) But thats life though You got to, you got to like persevere and what not Ain't that what they tell you? (hah) Word up, yeah, what's up? Ugh, look Born and raised in Columbus A product of the Southside 800 South Champion, that's where I learned not to die Gun shots through the night, ghetto birds in the sky I walked to and from school, black boys can't fly You can do anything, the greatest lie ever told I told myself all the time, sometimes you just got to lie Because the system is broken, and the scales are tipped And that city school to prison pipeline do exist You miss what you don't shoot, I'm 100% It's real in the feild, don't come off that bench How you raise your gun, before you raise your fist But how you raise your fist, before you raise you voice You ain't a man you a boy, damn what you heard Got to speak up, rest in peace, my niggas lost they voice I've been trying to cut back, I got a drink in my hand Letras de cancionesI've been trying to stack up, I need more paper damn I've been trying to spend time with my immediate fam But that don't never pan out, swear they don't know who I am I was raised in the church, no I don't go no more See I got to find God, for myself, you should know That's why I quit that job, I got to work for my own I got to pull my own load, I got to build me a home Motherfuck being broke, damn this shit is depressing And I just got word, my ex girlfriend pregnant And I feel indifferent, not cause I'm jealous You should know I feel indifferent about a lot of shit But when you're chasing a dream, you miss out on some shit It's like 3 or 4 girls I could have settled down with But fuck it I'll be that nigga that you never forget And you love it, I'm still that nigga, don't you ever forget I come through with the who want it? Like anybody can get it Like it's open to the public, like fuck it It's Fly U! Three the hard way like a foul and a bucket F you, if you don't love it In my feelings like that, sometimes it be like that Allahu akbar, I'm just happy to be here Sip this champagne, then spit at your women friend Leaving you smiling from ear to ear, I'm at your neck I need more gold chains and better sex It never happens how you plan it, what's next? I'm in the Range with Ramos right now Another hour driving LJ's ghost right now The first time behind the wheel of a quarter mill I told myself, I need this feeling everyday by now But right now, I ain't eating, and it's hunting season I need three meals a day, I'm three M's away Get my mom a new place, give her moon she need space It's never not okay, and it's slave for yourself until that day What's up? It's the Greater Than Club, what's up, wassup? It never happens how you plan it nigga But get your money how you planned it nigga Long as the ladies love a nigga, Imma always be that nigga Whats up? From Letras Mania