T-Rock - As A Youngsta lyrics

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T-Rock - As A Youngsta lyrics

[Intro] Welcome to The Burning Book n***a Just some more of that Mr Washington story sh** A lawless rebel Ya'll know what time it is when you hear this real sh** (Young David himself) Its like a lyrical novel for you motherf**ers (T-rock) This sh** here is based on a motherf**in' true story n***a I'll tell you what my life like Real talk n***a [Verse 1] In '81 I was ejected from the uterus With destiny to move a brick Until it made me super rich Who would've knew a pimp would give me all my tutelage And everyone would know of me from college p to ? Before it all I was reside on wells tribe On the west side where the tecs fly n***as hide A crazy n***a you can see it in my '80s pictures f**ing since 11 putting' dick up in the babysitter I adapted and got invested with crime subjected to grind f** it I'm ahead of my time In '89 i was just a baby and blind Born to shine even though the sh** would take me some time By '99 i was tracking munitions ? quick on the throttle bust your head and leave your dick in the dirt A pimp by 10s grade I were a gift and a curse i gave a f** about a n***a dropped some sh** and emerged [Chorus] Even as a youngsta Causing ruckus on the back of the bus I was a fool all through high school giving a f** I was a fool all through high school giving a f** I was a fool all through high school n***a even as a youngsta X2 [Verse 2] When I was young I had no clue where my future stands Just another statistic many die and few advance You grew up idolizing Spider-man and Superman I grew up idolizing robbers and the ? man See I where I'm from if you was pimping hoes then you the man The good the bad the ugly always be that's who I am I had no father figure still I'm above average My preacher was just a pusher my teachers a drug addict With this upbringing I'm proud to be a thug savage I rose above the junk and like to stand above maggots n***as large portraying Judas when they come to see ya b**hes rob so actually I never trust 'em neither All I trust is the mothers pray that the lord to keep her n***a from dying the barrel of the millimeter So f** you copper thugs ain't no way out but love Pop a slug I'm twice a n***a that my father was [Chorus]

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