Yeah Man, sh**s f** up man, drug dealing ain't right
Pops home and sh**, mom gone
Its driving me crazy man, driving me f**ing crazy
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I wanna slowdown but I gotto keep up
Obligated to my duty every time I re-up
I wanna slow down but I gotto keep up
I envision a day, far away with my feet up
Real talk, no lie, on my mom I ain't tryna brag
Back on I-90 west re-up in a hockey bag
Thoughts in my head scream I swear this the last time
Then I calculate what I made just the last time
O wants out the game, but the hood needs him
So I'm doing bad things for a good reason
At this point its hard to throw it all away
Especially when there's goons depending on you for a plate
Loves my pops more than life I'm his last baby
Feel I ain't spent enough time with him and that breaks me
He worry's all night cuz I'm not at home
Momma gone I start tearing he watching t.v all alone
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I know its foul not around during dinner time
In this race for money feeling blind can't see that finish line
Love to count bread till my finger tips turn black
So far down this road it's too late to turn back
Funny what makes sense should come before what makes dollars
They say gotto forgive you if you ask but I ain't bothered
I just wanna do right tryna make it rapping
So I can enjoy the values of life instead of paper stacking
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