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A little gun case You was younger then Another violent crime around album number ten, uh Since a baby, baby, baby Baby, ghetto, baby You a ghetto, ghetto baby You a ghetto baby, the QB crazy You a ghetto baby, you had the records playin' You's a ghetto baby, fallin' while you skatin' Sneakers hangin', just a life of a ghetto baby Shhh Dear older me You grown to be The one to coach the team, uh You still be on your fly shit Part spiritually psychic You walk through the Hayes like Isaac And maybe this gen will see what you and Hit done If they don't call it how it is, that's a big dub, uh That big age rap You did your big one My favorite ever from you gotta be this one Got through the scars, every one Cops drew down on you with guns Letras de cancionesClose friends, you lost some No tears on your face, none You missed time seeing your son It's hard to find genuine love Family members in them cuffs No tears on your face, none Everything is just what you made it out to be The world of entertainment got some lessons from your pops Held it down alone, Moms on heavenly watch The tears on my face just stop Uh Dear older me You became everything you chose to be, huh Took the wheel and you drove the speed Out on the road, it took you higher than coca leaves, huh You at the age you say what it is You call every girl in your phone like, "Come to the crib" Ain't gotta hide nothin', what you gotta lie for? One come through the front, one leavin' out the side door, potential But what's potential if all amiss in the mental? And what you been through could mess up now what you into Got the essentials to murder an instrumental Made it to Gen Z, deservin' what they extend to you Talkin' to the younger you Every stage problems'll still run to you That big age rap You did your big one My favorite ever from you, I can't even pick one Got through the scars, every one Cops drew down on you with guns Close friends, you lost some No tears on your face, none You missed time seeing your son It's hard to find genuine love Family members in them cuffs No tears on your face, none Everything is just what you made it out to be The world of entertainment got some lessons from your pops Held it down alone, Moms on heavenly watch The tears on my face just stop Talkin' to my younger self They say in the big 50's That's when you get rich, rich, rich, rich In every aspect You got nothin' to worry about No tears From Letras Mania