[Intro]
A big city, baby
Time to build on some shit
Y'all people dont understand
That shit is real out here
I'ma tell y'all a story
Now this story didn't happen too long ago
And it wasn't that far away
It's about some real niggas
Niggas doin real things... aight
So let me get to the first page
And I'll break it down like this, Chapter One
[Verse 1: Lil Fame]
I was a young child, lost, went to church on Sundays
Walking a narrow road that lead me to gunplay
I was a good boy, respect my mommy
Looked up to them OGs like Querto, Phil, and Donny
Felt good as a young nigga
Comin home from school gettin love from them neighborhood drug dealers
Wrote change, Cadillac Sevilles
But spoke real, was a tradition (Brownsville)
That was the first chapter, passin these stages
But the book is wider and it's a lot more pages
The game changed, people got foul
And the same little church boy is buckwild
Runnin wit my homeboys from 339
And 1545, totin .45s
I kept dreams of being a rap dude
But I know the streets too well so I pack tools
I lost a lot of loved ones to these streets
And lost a lot of loved ones over beef
That goes to show those streets haunt ya
Look what society created now, a monsta
A big city, baby
Time to build on some shit
Y'all people dont understand
That shit is real out here
I'ma tell y'all a story
Now this story didn't happen too long ago
And it wasn't that far away
It's about some real niggas
Niggas doin real things... aight
So let me get to the first page
And I'll break it down like this, Chapter One
[Verse 1: Lil Fame]
I was a young child, lost, went to church on Sundays
Walking a narrow road that lead me to gunplay
I was a good boy, respect my mommy
Looked up to them OGs like Querto, Phil, and Donny
Felt good as a young nigga
Comin home from school gettin love from them neighborhood drug dealers
Wrote change, Cadillac Sevilles
But spoke real, was a tradition (Brownsville)
That was the first chapter, passin these stages
But the book is wider and it's a lot more pages
The game changed, people got foul
And the same little church boy is buckwild
Runnin wit my homeboys from 339
And 1545, totin .45s
I kept dreams of being a rap dude
But I know the streets too well so I pack tools
I lost a lot of loved ones to these streets
And lost a lot of loved ones over beef
That goes to show those streets haunt ya
Look what society created now, a monsta
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