[Chorus: HUSKii]
I came from nothin' and I made it work
These razor cuts all on my fingers from me shavin' work
Maybe later, I'll be able to go straight and work
But I got babies and my lady wants a crazy purse
I came from nothin' and I made it work
These razor cuts all on my fingers from me shavin' work
Maybe one day, I'll be able to go straight and work
But is it worth it when you hurt it just to stay alert?
[Verse 1: HUSKii]
Every day, I battle with these inner demons
Isolated, I know that I'm just an inconvenience
I try to change but I feel like speaking is weak, I leave it
I let it eat at me, fuck it, let's go and sleep these heathens
Where's my weed at? I think I need that Chivas bottle
I don't even drink, but if it kicks off then I'll shiv this dog
Fuck it, I'm the only one who put my city on
And if you got a problem we could meet up if you really want
I come from Mangaton, really from Willow Bronx
Now ask my olders, I bet they tell you it isn't wrong
They all remember me selling sticks at the chicken shop
My family never fed me, they let me hit the boss
I really grew up with robbers, missus was in the broth
Labels tryna rip us off 'cause of the shit I've copped
Six figures, we make more if we reap the crop
So why these people always asking if my shit is dropped?
I came from nothin' and I made it work
These razor cuts all on my fingers from me shavin' work
Maybe later, I'll be able to go straight and work
But I got babies and my lady wants a crazy purse
I came from nothin' and I made it work
These razor cuts all on my fingers from me shavin' work
Maybe one day, I'll be able to go straight and work
But is it worth it when you hurt it just to stay alert?
[Verse 1: HUSKii]
Every day, I battle with these inner demons
Isolated, I know that I'm just an inconvenience
I try to change but I feel like speaking is weak, I leave it
I let it eat at me, fuck it, let's go and sleep these heathens
Where's my weed at? I think I need that Chivas bottle
I don't even drink, but if it kicks off then I'll shiv this dog
Fuck it, I'm the only one who put my city on
And if you got a problem we could meet up if you really want
I come from Mangaton, really from Willow Bronx
Now ask my olders, I bet they tell you it isn't wrong
They all remember me selling sticks at the chicken shop
My family never fed me, they let me hit the boss
I really grew up with robbers, missus was in the broth
Labels tryna rip us off 'cause of the shit I've copped
Six figures, we make more if we reap the crop
So why these people always asking if my shit is dropped?
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