The other day I thought about dying
And right now a young nigga crying
I ain't lying my soul really flying
In a world where people just buying shit
That's really poo, that number 2
Its under you, you comfortable
Well I'm not
Cause I'm alone at my home
Cleansing up my dome, in my zone tryna get put on
Ready to get it on
Bang it out
Young black male from the south
That young nigga always run his mouth
I'm the one that they tryna doubt
Put me out cause I fit the bout
The requirement and they ain't hiring
Hustle hard even doe it's f*cking tiring
My cousin told me at 21 I should be retiring Or think of retirement I was like shit
Am I that bold
At 18 years old
I don't know but my mind grow never slow
On the road to the riches f*ck the bitches
I remember who gave me stitches and had me trippin
Ain't no forgiving I was like
F*ck it cause I gotta go
Get out my way
Get off the road
You make me move slow
Now I f*ckin know
All this time I could've been worried bout mine
In the streets of New Orleans Youngins fallin
Niggas trippin bitches party acting Narly
Acting stupid and retarded
That's on them
I'm trying live my f*cking life and then to him
I'm talking bout God and Jesus
Oh yes there's a God just believe it
Tattoos are a part of the sleeveless
Butterflies puzzle up broken pieces
There is a reason
You don't have non
Son
I've been done going on the run
I'm tryna be one with the sun
Number one he having fun and I'm number 1
I'm off
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The other day I thought about dying
And right now a young nigga crying
I ain't lying my soul really flying
In a world where people just buying shit
That's really poo, that number 2
Its under you, you comfortable
Well I'm not
Cause I'm alone at my home
Cleansing up my dome, in my zone tryna get put on
Ready to get it on
Bang it out
Young black male from the south
That young nigga always run his mouth
I'm the one that they tryna doubt
Put me out cause I fit the bout
The requirement and they ain't hiring
Hustle hard even doe it's f*cking tiring
My cousin told me at 21 I should be retiring Or think of retirement I was like shit
Am I that bold
At 18 years old
I don't know but my mind grow never slow
On the road to the riches f*ck the bitches
I remember who gave me stitches and had me trippin
Ain't no forgiving I was like
F*ck it cause I gotta go
Get out my way
Get off the road
You make me move slow
Now I f*ckin know
All this time I could've been worried bout mine
In the streets of New Orleans Youngins fallin
Niggas trippin bitches party acting Narly
Acting stupid and retarded
That's on them
I'm trying live my f*cking life and then to him
I'm talking bout God and Jesus
Oh yes there's a God just believe it
Tattoos are a part of the sleeveless
Butterflies puzzle up broken pieces
There is a reason
You don't have non
Son
I've been done going on the run
I'm tryna be one with the sun
Number one he having fun and I'm number 1
I'm off
And right now a young nigga crying
I ain't lying my soul really flying
In a world where people just buying shit
That's really poo, that number 2
Its under you, you comfortable
Well I'm not
Cause I'm alone at my home
Cleansing up my dome, in my zone tryna get put on
Ready to get it on
Bang it out
Young black male from the south
That young nigga always run his mouth
I'm the one that they tryna doubt
Put me out cause I fit the bout
The requirement and they ain't hiring
Hustle hard even doe it's f*cking tiring
My cousin told me at 21 I should be retiring Or think of retirement I was like shit
Am I that bold
At 18 years old
I don't know but my mind grow never slow
On the road to the riches f*ck the bitches
I remember who gave me stitches and had me trippin
Ain't no forgiving I was like
F*ck it cause I gotta go
Get out my way
Get off the road
You make me move slow
Now I f*ckin know
All this time I could've been worried bout mine
In the streets of New Orleans Youngins fallin
Niggas trippin bitches party acting Narly
Acting stupid and retarded
That's on them
I'm trying live my f*cking life and then to him
I'm talking bout God and Jesus
Oh yes there's a God just believe it
Tattoos are a part of the sleeveless
Butterflies puzzle up broken pieces
There is a reason
You don't have non
Son
I've been done going on the run
I'm tryna be one with the sun
Number one he having fun and I'm number 1
I'm off
Writer: Khaliah Allen
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