Death is guaranteed make sure you live first
That's if love and loyalty don't get you killed first
I slipped some money out my nana purse
She died 2 years later that shit still hurts
I never told nobody that, I felt embarrassed
Self-check is still my biggest challenge
I do a lot I gotta find that balance
But My hustle outweigh my talent
I Had my first pack in ninth grade
I know some real Hoover's, real nine-treys
I told myself I'd never join a gang
And I never did, but I'll still bang nigga
40 on me you can bet it
We started shooting call the paramedics
My auntie got heart failure plus she diabetic
It's About yo faith and your response soon as the devil test it
Yea I made mistakes I'm stills gift from God
A young black man I defeat the odds
You probably woulda folded if u seen my cards
One thing you can't escape is who you are
Who gon say I'm not a gift from God
Who gon say I'm not a gift from God
It's pain still behind the scars
Cannot be ashamed of who you are
Uncle Frankie need a kidney still
My cousin fell addicted to depression pills
Keenan died shit ain't been the same
I cross his killer that'll numb my pain
Say a prayer for my brother James
He warrior exactly why my son is James
I swear y'all only see the surface
Shit is cool but shit is never perfect
Parents split I started rhyming
I was 13 that's bad timing
That's when I needed dad the most
A father son became the Holy Ghost
A shame what happens in a church
I still believe in God tho for what it's worth
Always keep Yo family first
Playing both sides will get you merked
Love my family like no other nigga
My cousin don't f*ck with me but I still love that nigga
Flesh of my flesh and blood of my blood
Anything less is really a dub
What a hole I done duh with the plug
I ain't stress it just was what it was
Feel like my shorty family always judging
And ima closed book it's hard But I still gotta love em
Yea I made mistakes I'm stills gift from God
A young black man I defeat the odds
You probably woulda folded if u seen my cards
One thing you can't escape is who you are
Who gon say I'm not a gift from God
Who gon say I'm not a gift from God
It's pain still behind the scars
Cannot be ashamed of who you are
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Death is guaranteed make sure you live first
That's if love and loyalty don't get you killed first
I slipped some money out my nana purse
She died 2 years later that shit still hurts
I never told nobody that, I felt embarrassed
Self-check is still my biggest challenge
I do a lot I gotta find that balance
But My hustle outweigh my talent
I Had my first pack in ninth grade
I know some real Hoover's, real nine-treys
I told myself I'd never join a gang
And I never did, but I'll still bang nigga
40 on me you can bet it
We started shooting call the paramedics
My auntie got heart failure plus she diabetic
It's About yo faith and your response soon as the devil test it
Yea I made mistakes I'm stills gift from God
A young black man I defeat the odds
You probably woulda folded if u seen my cards
One thing you can't escape is who you are
Who gon say I'm not a gift from God
Who gon say I'm not a gift from God
It's pain still behind the scars
Cannot be ashamed of who you are
Uncle Frankie need a kidney still
My cousin fell addicted to depression pills
Keenan died shit ain't been the same
I cross his killer that'll numb my pain
Say a prayer for my brother James
He warrior exactly why my son is James
I swear y'all only see the surface
Shit is cool but shit is never perfect
Parents split I started rhyming
I was 13 that's bad timing
That's when I needed dad the most
A father son became the Holy Ghost
A shame what happens in a church
I still believe in God tho for what it's worth
Always keep Yo family first
Playing both sides will get you merked
Love my family like no other nigga
My cousin don't f*ck with me but I still love that nigga
Flesh of my flesh and blood of my blood
Anything less is really a dub
What a hole I done duh with the plug
I ain't stress it just was what it was
Feel like my shorty family always judging
And ima closed book it's hard But I still gotta love em
Yea I made mistakes I'm stills gift from God
A young black man I defeat the odds
You probably woulda folded if u seen my cards
One thing you can't escape is who you are
Who gon say I'm not a gift from God
Who gon say I'm not a gift from God
It's pain still behind the scars
Cannot be ashamed of who you are
That's if love and loyalty don't get you killed first
I slipped some money out my nana purse
She died 2 years later that shit still hurts
I never told nobody that, I felt embarrassed
Self-check is still my biggest challenge
I do a lot I gotta find that balance
But My hustle outweigh my talent
I Had my first pack in ninth grade
I know some real Hoover's, real nine-treys
I told myself I'd never join a gang
And I never did, but I'll still bang nigga
40 on me you can bet it
We started shooting call the paramedics
My auntie got heart failure plus she diabetic
It's About yo faith and your response soon as the devil test it
Yea I made mistakes I'm stills gift from God
A young black man I defeat the odds
You probably woulda folded if u seen my cards
One thing you can't escape is who you are
Who gon say I'm not a gift from God
Who gon say I'm not a gift from God
It's pain still behind the scars
Cannot be ashamed of who you are
Uncle Frankie need a kidney still
My cousin fell addicted to depression pills
Keenan died shit ain't been the same
I cross his killer that'll numb my pain
Say a prayer for my brother James
He warrior exactly why my son is James
I swear y'all only see the surface
Shit is cool but shit is never perfect
Parents split I started rhyming
I was 13 that's bad timing
That's when I needed dad the most
A father son became the Holy Ghost
A shame what happens in a church
I still believe in God tho for what it's worth
Always keep Yo family first
Playing both sides will get you merked
Love my family like no other nigga
My cousin don't f*ck with me but I still love that nigga
Flesh of my flesh and blood of my blood
Anything less is really a dub
What a hole I done duh with the plug
I ain't stress it just was what it was
Feel like my shorty family always judging
And ima closed book it's hard But I still gotta love em
Yea I made mistakes I'm stills gift from God
A young black man I defeat the odds
You probably woulda folded if u seen my cards
One thing you can't escape is who you are
Who gon say I'm not a gift from God
Who gon say I'm not a gift from God
It's pain still behind the scars
Cannot be ashamed of who you are
Writer: Jarrod Bright
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