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Grew up a thug, never was supposed to make supposed to get a Gat to buss back m put my brother on the pavement Grew up on the corner of 4th and Q st a young warrior boy ready for something.
I looked you in your eyes before you made your demise I knew it was gonna either end this way or another
Crusin' in the ride late one night My eyes beheld an eerie site I saw him in the rearview, pull up tight It looks like a cop might die tonight Ridin' dirty, hey you know me
Statistics have won the game of provement all to shame Society, so unaware of the predictions, have fallen into the correct positions
I've always been the one who stays on the fringes living off of thrill risk by my own rules- none. The underbelly of glamour the parts they don't see. The street life was my calling
Trials and Tribulations Failures and Success Life and Death matters is what laid that boy to rest Eyes wide open Realizing who was real Ignoring others' logic trapping, sealing every deal