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It's the beginning to an end
Since you got jumped in
It's back and forth to the pen
Fresh off the porch at ten
What makes men
Is passed down to a kid
Trynna make a name through pain
Street fame
Will get you far in the game
Pressing every line you'll find
In due time
You gone have to change to mind
We know time don't wait
It keeps chugging
Traded my youth for juice
Cause I'm thuggin
The big homies gone
So I've been raised wrong
What a time to be alive
But death won't be long
The hood done let you down
Gotta find a way to make it out
Bought into the dream of a street king
Instead of championship rings
You got yourself a lifetime of enemies
Running game on the lames got you confident
That some quick licks will turn you to a big fish
But get this you fell for the bait
On the end of the hook is a case
We fade away mentally
To play this game
That never change
We do our thang
A life of running fades
Up and bang
The world will never be the same
Getting even is the reason
The season is filled with war
We upping score
Got sticks galore
Common sense is common no more
You think you out the way we at your door
Cause my life is a dice roll
And if it's snake eyes I might die
Trynna make a mill in my lifetime
Pushing dime bags just to get by
Hella fly from SSI
middle of the month I can no longer stunt
Went from stuffing 8ths in a backwood
To selling food stamps for a nug of runts
The hood done let you down
Gotta find a way to make it out
Bought into the dream of a street king
Instead of championship rings
You got yourself a lifetime of enemies
Running game on the lames got you confident
That some quick licks will turn you to a big fish
But get this you fell for the bait
On the end of the hook is a case
WRITERS
Rommie Mills
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