I was born in this hell
They gave me this shyt to sell
Then trada put me in jail
They want a niguh to fail.
OH well I shall prevail
Post bail and set sail
Born in blessed land ma niguh the West sell
Never hate on the next male
Just say what ma chest feels
Keep it hunned plus one ma niguh I'm that real
Made ma first sell
Cherp on a Nextel
No time for sleep when I die I'm a rest Well
gotta watch out in these streets
Cuz niguh's a straight tell
& snitches don't get stiches where I'm from they catch shells.
Closed casket or acid the tragic is that Ill when the cash at will you'll master that skill.
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Written by: Stephon Foxworth
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