[Intro]
Unknown
Living life day to day walking into a world full of unknowns
Survive, that's all one can try to do
[Verse 1]
The life of a young child, abused, and for days I would lay in the junk pile
Never seen one smile, I used to bomb the beaker on them when I was walking every one mile
There wasn't no lectures
My strap was so jammed, so there was no protection
You must have a death wish
I can't walk away so I stay to protect it
Smokin' weed, chasin' dreams
I walk out the door trynna face my fiends
One day I promise I'll be livin' off of rap shit, that's it
[Now I'm going in so I can't think of things?]
I'm on a mission, listen
I just wanna progress, no stress, blowin' on some cess weed
I was on the front line daily walkin' with the heater just in case some wanna test me trip
Posted with the homies, I ain't dealin' wit' you phonies
I be better off just trippin' off a bottle of the liquor
And every time you come around, you never got no money for no weed and yes indeed you wanna hit up on my swisher
And I don't even like that shit
Who wanna [pull me?] you be quiet than a bitch
I don't even know this nigga, who the fuck you come with?
I don't give a shit I only need my wife and a spliff
One pipe and a hit
Guess I got my trees indeed you would think it's just a hobby, but I need my weed
It was a dream for me making it in the music
Now If I lose it every time I think I need some cheese shit
Shit is hella' crazy, a quarter mile trynna walk me an inch
So I said and I think to myself that I came a long way since I slept up on a bench
Thank you
Unknown
Living life day to day walking into a world full of unknowns
Survive, that's all one can try to do
[Verse 1]
The life of a young child, abused, and for days I would lay in the junk pile
Never seen one smile, I used to bomb the beaker on them when I was walking every one mile
There wasn't no lectures
My strap was so jammed, so there was no protection
You must have a death wish
I can't walk away so I stay to protect it
Smokin' weed, chasin' dreams
I walk out the door trynna face my fiends
One day I promise I'll be livin' off of rap shit, that's it
[Now I'm going in so I can't think of things?]
I'm on a mission, listen
I just wanna progress, no stress, blowin' on some cess weed
I was on the front line daily walkin' with the heater just in case some wanna test me trip
Posted with the homies, I ain't dealin' wit' you phonies
I be better off just trippin' off a bottle of the liquor
And every time you come around, you never got no money for no weed and yes indeed you wanna hit up on my swisher
And I don't even like that shit
Who wanna [pull me?] you be quiet than a bitch
I don't even know this nigga, who the fuck you come with?
I don't give a shit I only need my wife and a spliff
One pipe and a hit
Guess I got my trees indeed you would think it's just a hobby, but I need my weed
It was a dream for me making it in the music
Now If I lose it every time I think I need some cheese shit
Shit is hella' crazy, a quarter mile trynna walk me an inch
So I said and I think to myself that I came a long way since I slept up on a bench
Thank you
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