[Chorus]
God gave me another chance, I can't fold
Might sin a lot, but still a heartfelt soul
One purpose to feed the youth, that I know
I'ma stay true to that as far as I go
I'm S-Block, Smelly Drive, wasn't never no ho
Fuck that shit they talkin', that's forever my bro
I did shit for niggas that I'd rather not show
Niggas love the trenches like they'd rather not grow
[Post-Chorus]
Shit makes me frown
My own members wanna take me down
Breaks me down
Reminiscin' all the guys that not around
Makes me frown
Why the good always die so young?
Breaks me down
Just reflectin' on the place I come from
[Verse]
No one-on-one, just babies killin' babies
Ain't really nothin' to do, the truth, shit shady
Tryna have fun, might traumatize you, maybe
Police don't want for us to win, shit crazy
Still love the slums, the slums, for sure, it made me
Gotta go dumb and dumb, 'cause broke ain't wavy
You twenty-somethin', you broke, no job, you lazy
Hell of a run, I seen so many fall
I made a vow, said I'll outwork 'em all
Had tunnel vision from behind that wall ('Hind that wall)
Everybody got they hand out like where the ball? (Where the ball?)
Like who assisted me? I don't recall (No)
Buzzer-beater shot, won't fold, I'ma take it (Right now)
This for all them hatin' niggas ain't think I would make it (On the run)
Walk on every track, tryna win, so I paced it (Gotta, gotta ball)
Fuck it, if I'm up, they gotta face it (Oh, oh)
God gave me another chance, I can't fold
Might sin a lot, but still a heartfelt soul
One purpose to feed the youth, that I know
I'ma stay true to that as far as I go
I'm S-Block, Smelly Drive, wasn't never no ho
Fuck that shit they talkin', that's forever my bro
I did shit for niggas that I'd rather not show
Niggas love the trenches like they'd rather not grow
[Post-Chorus]
Shit makes me frown
My own members wanna take me down
Breaks me down
Reminiscin' all the guys that not around
Makes me frown
Why the good always die so young?
Breaks me down
Just reflectin' on the place I come from
[Verse]
No one-on-one, just babies killin' babies
Ain't really nothin' to do, the truth, shit shady
Tryna have fun, might traumatize you, maybe
Police don't want for us to win, shit crazy
Still love the slums, the slums, for sure, it made me
Gotta go dumb and dumb, 'cause broke ain't wavy
You twenty-somethin', you broke, no job, you lazy
Hell of a run, I seen so many fall
I made a vow, said I'll outwork 'em all
Had tunnel vision from behind that wall ('Hind that wall)
Everybody got they hand out like where the ball? (Where the ball?)
Like who assisted me? I don't recall (No)
Buzzer-beater shot, won't fold, I'ma take it (Right now)
This for all them hatin' niggas ain't think I would make it (On the run)
Walk on every track, tryna win, so I paced it (Gotta, gotta ball)
Fuck it, if I'm up, they gotta face it (Oh, oh)
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