Chin up

 

The realist shit I heard 👂 

Push to start up my starter kit

Another fatherless child influenced by the crowd

I'm a victim of the system but I'm a suspect to the victim

I'm in church with a loaded weapon, I can't even trust the reverend

I'm praying with my eyes open hoping I don't catch the COVID

Nineteen bullets in a .40

You not from 'round where I'm 'round

Boss up or get bossed around

They see I'm with the top down, would you look at me now?

If you ain't come see me then, why would you come see me now?

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