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Ooooh
Yeahhh
I seen a lot of things I know aint right
A lot of people want to take my life
You sold your sold you gotta pay that price
That's how it goes, That's how it goes
I had no choice I had to serve that white
I prayed to god I never served them guys
All alone under those street lights
You don't know, You don't know
How it feels
See I wake up, every morning and get prayed up
Get straight up, head for the closet and get K'd up
I hate to pray for quarters for the low price
I'm southside white trash just a low life
My momma always told me boy don't be the ho type
At 15 had the hood with they nose white
Riding on the interstate doing 95
They said my little homie just count 25
That's a damn shame cuz he was only 17
He was out here getting money he was selling everything
He still writes me letters tell me keep on doing me
It's a damn shame will never pop with this music thing
But fuck it I guess it's over, it is what it is
It was more than a song when they say get it how you live
The closest person to you will screw you and try to do you
Stab you in the back and act like he never knew you
I seen a lot of things I know aint right
A lot of people want to take my life
You sold your sold you gotta pay that price
That's how it goes, That's how it goes
I had no choice I had to serve that white
I prayed to god I never served them guys
All alone under those street lights
You don't know, You don't know
How it feels
I be having crazy nights, on the streets with lady white
I am the shit baby bring me some baby wipes
Seems glamorous but really aint nice at all
Vice taking pictures at me behind the
29 been in my prime like optimus
Endictments off of phone calls Decepticons are watching us
Save receipts but I don't write them off on taxes
I rip them into pieces then I fill them up with crack
50 .3's in my hat that's a stack
I turned cards to crack to get this target off my back
Came from nothing, so hard to get it
It makes me feel good to see my homies on them 6's
I'm flu sick of repping hoods full of haters
So don't be offended if I roll by like see you later
I, live by the skates, baggies in the shoe box
I'ma keep it wratchet till they put me in my toolbox
I seen a lot of things I know aint right
A lot of people want to take my life
You sold your sold you gotta pay that price
That's how it goes, That's how it goes
I had no choice I had to serve that white
I prayed to god I never served them guys
All alone under those street lights
You don't know, You don't know
How it feels
Struggle said we out here going full throttle
I told the label I'm far from a role model
I'm from the place it aint safe to leave the crib at night
Alot of rappers rap about it, very few live the life
Low glory and them stories of them cold sales
Of sitting all night, chillin in the motel
Peeping out the mini blind waiting for dope sales
I write a story bout my life and call it coke tales
Yeah, the truth is I'm one man
Street life I'm counting friends all on one hand
The sad part, I aint even got to 5 yet
Unless you count this pistol and this fucking Pyrex
I'm all about my money, I'm always on the grind
Some days I start to lose it I think I'm out of my mind
I'm tryna keep my head up
I'm tryna keep my head up
But the rains getting thick and I just keep on getting wetter
I seen a lot of things I know aint right
A lot of people want to take my life
You sold your sold you gotta pay that price
That's how it goes, That's how it goes
I had no choice I had to serve that white
I prayed to god I never served them guys
All alone under those street lights
You don't know, You don't know
How it feels
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