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[Verse 1 : Astro]
I remember back in the days, when n***as really ain't have it
Food in my hands I ain't bite, I grabbed it
Bad kid, bad school, bad friends
Mamma checking her purse to see I stole the last ten
Disperse hit the block n***a put it on my tag
I know mamma couldn't stand my black a**
Blue, red, American or black flags
You blend in with the crowd or get clapped fast
My n***a sold weed for cash, back in cla**
I was the smartest
But showed off for broads with the cakes
Since 5th grade babies were made
Not by this kid they only let the crips hit
sh**, one chick was so bad we was beggin
One week in the school, the second week she was pregnant
Kinda scary but
To me it was a joke
Shawtys offer me neck, I'de prolly choke
I use to take notes, go home, forget all I wrote
(?) I knew I'd be poppin' in due time
It's crazy how my n***as do time
Leave the pen, celebrate like they're men
And when
3 oclock hit we was on that on the block sh**
Gunshots from last week seeking who got hit
Feds investigating, we instigating
Lost souls but with the business we found our way in
I was swaying with my Brownsville crew
I never told my mamma ‘bout the sh** I use to do
Remember I came home with my face black and blue
She was feindin', screaming for awnsers like who?
I never told, the reason why
See mamma is Jamaican she don't let that sh** fly
She woulda tried to fight the dudes that hit I
And if somebody hit my mamma, somebody gotta die
I think ahead
I never smoke, n***as said I move like I hit a blunt or two
A wise fella I sit back and observe
Let the pen hit the pad like the bodies hit the curb
n***as called me weird cos I focused on my verbs
I spent hot weather puttin' words together
I leave this place, I come back godlike