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How can you just leave me standin'

Alone in a world that's so cold

Maybe I'm just too demandin'

Maybe I'm just like my father too bold

Maybe I'm just like my mother

She's never satisfied

Why do we scream at each other

This is what it sounds like when thugs cry

[Verse 1]

(Yo) first off I got a seed comin'

So I won't even front like I don't need nothin'

Dependin' on record sales for me to see

Somethin'

But if that fall back how the fuck I'm supposed to feed little budden

I been to jail before

I been a bum before

But a nigga ain't never had a son before

I dealt with caine and fire

I done banged with fighters

But I ain't never changed

A diaper

I ain't ready

Ever since I signed niggas been on my back

Like mouse what up, when I'm gettin' on the track

And

So the hood hates me

Figured they be much kinder like joe congratulations and we comin' right behind ya

Everybody in the

Hood I dap

Says I'm responsible for everybody in the hood that raps

They don't like how I do shit

Say I changed

I'm the

Same nigga that you all went to high school with

After all these years I'm still the same drug addict

And it's fucked up I'm

Sober with them same drug habits

I still pinch, thief, con and lie, rob, shoot

Difference now is I ain't high

Cats is after

Me

At least I got a crew to warn me

I don't like walkin' around with this 32 on me

At least my mans is real

At least my

Family's there

Is it worth rappin'

The answers yeah but I don't know...

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[Verse 2]

Yo I'm a survivor

I seen darker days

A mama's boy with my father's ways

But I had to see my mom in tears

When pop went

To the store for them newports that he must ain't find in years

My little brother lives in the same state

I ain't know

That

I got a little brother

I didn't know that

See I was never told that

If so I'd of been at the door with a basketball

And a kodak

Love my baby moms to death

She don't believe that

Shit I ain't never there for her to see that

Don't wanna

Lose my wiz

Beggin' her to do this bid

Not jail but this music shit

And I know your family hate me but we come far

Just

Us against the world unarmed

Me and my girlfriend

Come a time when your mind ain't right and you palm a rug

And you get used

To not being used to

I'm cool with where the lord placed me

But I hold my heat and pray I never have to take it off

Safety

I pray for all my niggas pinchin' on the curb

Jersey city will get the recognition it deserves

I pray for my son,

He'll have genes like me

Pray that he don't have to go through everything like me

Pray to god to bring out the things I

Never knew I had in me

The rest of my mom and dad in me (uh huh)

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