I've seen
Ghost
Ridin round
Gold with spokes
Limo tent
With candy paint
Bass systems
Like a earth quake
Muddy cups
Filled to the brim
Gold grills and diamond
Chains
Stacking green heard
It's all the same
9 mil and 45s
Last I heard you
Was Tellin lies
Movin weight and
Chasing cake
Thug Life, easy
Prison life, hard
Real Life sucks
Why complicate?
We ain't
Getting money
Like we used to
You ain't popping
Bottles
You ain't f*cking
Models
You ain't el chapo
You ain't gucci
You ain't gotta lie
But excuse
People gonna die
If you taking shit
You don't deal
With it
How kids know
Bout the struggle?
How kids know
If the block
Is hot?
Call it hip hop
Cause it more than
Music
I ain't tryna lose
It
Rappers say guns
They got
On top of guns
It's kind of dumb
I'm know you lying
Tired hearin momma
Crying
Tell me why I gotta
Flex with a complex
Why I walk gotta
Walk around with
A new tech
Kids killing kids
Like we in a zone
I'm sick and
Tired of hearing
All these mf'ing
Trap songs
This ain't conscious
Rap
Ain't no turn back
Somebody gotta
Help us find home
Shit ain't never been
Sweet
Tryna take a bullet
To the dome
Yeah you gripping
Chrome
But you ain't
Alone
Got ya squad
Deep
From the park
Bench
To the endless
Trench
That savage shit
You can't deal
With
I'm talking peace
Just to say the
Least
But I got
The piece on
Deck
My mind jaded
To the bloodshed
Cause my death
Bed
Is erect
My last wish
Is red roses
My family being
Set
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I've seen
Ghost
Ridin round
Gold with spokes
Limo tent
With candy paint
Bass systems
Like a earth quake
Muddy cups
Filled to the brim
Gold grills and diamond
Chains
Stacking green heard
It's all the same
9 mil and 45s
Last I heard you
Was Tellin lies
Movin weight and
Chasing cake
Thug Life, easy
Prison life, hard
Real Life sucks
Why complicate?
We ain't
Getting money
Like we used to
You ain't popping
Bottles
You ain't f*cking
Models
You ain't el chapo
You ain't gucci
You ain't gotta lie
But excuse
People gonna die
If you taking shit
You don't deal
With it
How kids know
Bout the struggle?
How kids know
If the block
Is hot?
Call it hip hop
Cause it more than
Music
I ain't tryna lose
It
Rappers say guns
They got
On top of guns
It's kind of dumb
I'm know you lying
Tired hearin momma
Crying
Tell me why I gotta
Flex with a complex
Why I walk gotta
Walk around with
A new tech
Kids killing kids
Like we in a zone
I'm sick and
Tired of hearing
All these mf'ing
Trap songs
This ain't conscious
Rap
Ain't no turn back
Somebody gotta
Help us find home
Shit ain't never been
Sweet
Tryna take a bullet
To the dome
Yeah you gripping
Chrome
But you ain't
Alone
Got ya squad
Deep
From the park
Bench
To the endless
Trench
That savage shit
You can't deal
With
I'm talking peace
Just to say the
Least
But I got
The piece on
Deck
My mind jaded
To the bloodshed
Cause my death
Bed
Is erect
My last wish
Is red roses
My family being
Set
Ghost
Ridin round
Gold with spokes
Limo tent
With candy paint
Bass systems
Like a earth quake
Muddy cups
Filled to the brim
Gold grills and diamond
Chains
Stacking green heard
It's all the same
9 mil and 45s
Last I heard you
Was Tellin lies
Movin weight and
Chasing cake
Thug Life, easy
Prison life, hard
Real Life sucks
Why complicate?
We ain't
Getting money
Like we used to
You ain't popping
Bottles
You ain't f*cking
Models
You ain't el chapo
You ain't gucci
You ain't gotta lie
But excuse
People gonna die
If you taking shit
You don't deal
With it
How kids know
Bout the struggle?
How kids know
If the block
Is hot?
Call it hip hop
Cause it more than
Music
I ain't tryna lose
It
Rappers say guns
They got
On top of guns
It's kind of dumb
I'm know you lying
Tired hearin momma
Crying
Tell me why I gotta
Flex with a complex
Why I walk gotta
Walk around with
A new tech
Kids killing kids
Like we in a zone
I'm sick and
Tired of hearing
All these mf'ing
Trap songs
This ain't conscious
Rap
Ain't no turn back
Somebody gotta
Help us find home
Shit ain't never been
Sweet
Tryna take a bullet
To the dome
Yeah you gripping
Chrome
But you ain't
Alone
Got ya squad
Deep
From the park
Bench
To the endless
Trench
That savage shit
You can't deal
With
I'm talking peace
Just to say the
Least
But I got
The piece on
Deck
My mind jaded
To the bloodshed
Cause my death
Bed
Is erect
My last wish
Is red roses
My family being
Set
Writer: Jamal Harrions
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