[Intro]
Kid Wond3r, you made this beat? Damn!
True story, listen, ay
I'm going through a lot of shit, you know?
Listen, dedicated to a lot of niggas out there, you know?
Been through the struggle
True story
Listen
[Verse 1]
Just the other day, I remember like yesterday
Got a phone call from my nigga Tray
Told him meet me at the spot
Bunch of guns found, mommas crying
Cause we weren't cool with the other blocks
Even went to school on the other blocks
Had to take the 2 to the school
We move from the other block
I'm reminiscing on the past tense
Growing up on the corner like God damn I gotta hide this
Being disobedient, got kicked outta school
Then got kicked out the house
[?]
Then got threw in a cell, I wasn't keeping my cool
Then got home to some money, started making some moves, damn
I'm living life on the edge
Momma sayin' the Lord with me, but the Devil tryna get me
You know these niggas envy me
Hatin' and prayin' they don't see me on MTV
My life is moving like the railroads
Niggas plotting tryna send me to the crossroads
But me? I ain't having that
Niggas shoot at me I start blasting back
Smoke a blunt after that, you get [?], no aftermath
Got the city on my back, we ain't having that
I popped so many pills I coulda had a heart attack
Don't forget where you came from
Remember where your heart is at
Real niggas do real things and I acknowledge that
Remember waking up in that basement with my pops
Went to school all bummy, I had holes in my socks
Just a youngin' on the corner selling blow, selling rocks
And I could never trust nobody cause my family all I got
I was stuck behind that glass with my momma in my face
And I'm a felon I can't stay where I can see on Section 8
Always told me, "Boy you love from all the choices that you make"
I pray the Lord [?] to see a better day
Kid Wond3r, you made this beat? Damn!
True story, listen, ay
I'm going through a lot of shit, you know?
Listen, dedicated to a lot of niggas out there, you know?
Been through the struggle
True story
Listen
[Verse 1]
Just the other day, I remember like yesterday
Got a phone call from my nigga Tray
Told him meet me at the spot
Bunch of guns found, mommas crying
Cause we weren't cool with the other blocks
Even went to school on the other blocks
Had to take the 2 to the school
We move from the other block
I'm reminiscing on the past tense
Growing up on the corner like God damn I gotta hide this
Being disobedient, got kicked outta school
Then got kicked out the house
[?]
Then got threw in a cell, I wasn't keeping my cool
Then got home to some money, started making some moves, damn
I'm living life on the edge
Momma sayin' the Lord with me, but the Devil tryna get me
You know these niggas envy me
Hatin' and prayin' they don't see me on MTV
My life is moving like the railroads
Niggas plotting tryna send me to the crossroads
But me? I ain't having that
Niggas shoot at me I start blasting back
Smoke a blunt after that, you get [?], no aftermath
Got the city on my back, we ain't having that
I popped so many pills I coulda had a heart attack
Don't forget where you came from
Remember where your heart is at
Real niggas do real things and I acknowledge that
Remember waking up in that basement with my pops
Went to school all bummy, I had holes in my socks
Just a youngin' on the corner selling blow, selling rocks
And I could never trust nobody cause my family all I got
I was stuck behind that glass with my momma in my face
And I'm a felon I can't stay where I can see on Section 8
Always told me, "Boy you love from all the choices that you make"
I pray the Lord [?] to see a better day
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