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[Verse: Bruno Brinks]

Maneuver through a lot of shit, I can't be mad

I was a pair of sneaks away from being a deadbeat dad

Every now and then homie I be feeling kinda suspect

Baby momma drama still probably need a blood test

Might as well give em welfare and give blood next

Just to cop a Q of weed, who they want, you or me?

Them boys coming, got a diploma but what to show for it?

Thinking like: all them years of school, what I go for?

It's nothing but pain in my heart, and that's real talk

One thing's for certain, two is for sure

Bought enough cancer in my life to pay for the cure

I'm underground, but lyrically we made for the stores

Platinum plaques, of course, I thought I could get 'em

Had my room like city blue slash Dr. Denim

Hot cars, hoppin' in 'em, playin' with cream

Coppin' them watches, bracelets, chains, and rings

Yeah, picture me rollin' in that CL6, hittin' them spreewells bitch

My kids with me so my seatbelts clicked

I'm not used to all them cameras and them interviews

I was in there blowing wet, tryna rob the swimming pool

Paper got me fascinated, haters got me agitated

So quickly to the game, the grip was I done graduated; failed at the same time

And you know you doing some tick when niggas try to tell at the same time

Couldn't be soft growing up on these soft streets

Niggas squeeze at night, 'til somebody miss a heartbeat

Whoever worked the graveyard did the midnight counting

And all I needed was a bird without the midnight falcons

Hustled 20 hours a day, hustled on the strip

But found 4 to chill with my kids, cuddle with my bitch

With the black-back on 'em put the snub to a prick

Especially 'bout my paper or if it's over the strip

Soon as you start eating, pigs wanna steak out

Judges turn to landlords quick to throw our case out

My team form lines and I ain't talking 'bout assembly

My gun jammed, somebody must be prayin' for my enemy

Snakes in the grass and I know they ain't no friends to me

Bitches wanna party and parlay where the Benz will be

I'm the type of dude that'll move whatever you movin' dude, well this dude move it better

I'm out on Carolina, player, more than Julius Peppers

All that arguing and fighting left my seeds in the middle

Crackin' a dutch while I'm leaving the spiddle

That family life I conceded a little, pay the bills, sleep with the pistols

How my finances look ain't even an issue

I'm from where they quickly erase you and quickly dismiss you

My purpose of being on this earth is truly your man

It'll take another real man to truly understand

Yeah, this life ain't really what it seems to be

Now let me explain to yall how life means to me

Cuz I know most of yall really don't give a fuck-