[Intro]
Ayy
[Verse]
Love shopping for sticks when it's cold
Shots hit his fence, and he froze
Time to stop actin', 'cause on my block , it get Michigan cold
Bottles and fifths with his bros
Tryna forget what he know
Dying for someone to feel his trauma, he with it, fasho
Poppin' his shit to these folks
Momma'nem rich, but he broke
Wanna go back to before the shootouts, he missing his folks
Ridin' with sticks in his coat
Countin' to six when he score
How we so different and raised in the same trenches? It's so fucked
So close to giving up
I'm supposed to come in clutch, they don't talk about this enough (Woah)
I rap into existence, I talk it until it's stuck
Can't knock me off my pivot, I walk when you niggas run
It's hard to be me, it's sucks
Charging it to the game
This [?] shit ain't enough, they just profiting off his pain
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