Untitled Song

I grew up without a father, I barely had a mother

No brothers, it’s just me trying to make it out the struggle

My mind gone just knowing my daddy live in a prison

But I gotta learn from his faults so I ain’t in that position

So I’ma grind and show my people it’s real

Tired of the projects, so I’m rapping hoping I get a deal

My granny praying every night hoping that I don’t get killed

‘Cause she know I’m thugging hard, but I’m focused on the mill

The cheese, that’s what I’m really out here chasing though

Trying to do something with my life, but people trying to take it though

Money on my mind, I’m headed to the top

School ain’t looking good for me, so I’m heading to the block

My mama want me to change, praying I don’t be another victim of the game

Trying not to end up like my daddy locked in chains

Hard times in the hood made me wanna do better, but still drove me insane

Everything happened for a reason, but it’s all a lesson

So I just pray to God, thank him that I got a blessing

Try to make my mama happy ‘cause she tired of stressing

So I’m handling business trying to show a little progression

This way more than rapping, this the way I live

The lonely nights when my mama kicked me out the crib

I was praying to God that I don’t go through this longer

But I promise it made me harder, it made me grind stronger

My hunger, my dedication

I grew up in the hood where it ain’t no motivation

I know people hating, hoping I don’t make it

But they gon’ have to face it

I’m just chilling, smoking blunts to the face, being patient

 

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I’m from a small city, big dreams

Grind hard and I ain’t nothing but sixteen

And I’m just sixteen

And what’s crazy my mama had me at sixteen

 

I grew up looking for Charlie Brown, but he was gone

He left me out here in this cold world all alone

And I ain’t had no father figure, so I was young acting grown

And my mama washed her hands with me and left me on my own

It ain’t a lot expected when you coming from the projects

Wanting money like [?] so I started getting it popping

Donavon always trying to catch the hood rocking

Put the police in your light and the cell steady locking

I grew up watching Duke Jones steady get cash

So I ain’t want a job, I just want to sell crack

Mary Jane was my mama, the streets was my dad

So I put them two together and it was no turning back

J-O-N-E-S-B-O-R-O, a bad place where most people don’t wanna go

Half my homies in jail or they out on parole

With most mamas smoking crack the life that I live is throwed

I knew life was real when my dog Coop died

That been a little minute, but sometimes I still cry

I never question God, but sometimes I wonder why

The people that I really love always seem to die