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I’m just a product of my environment, a special one
The products of our environment could come home, consignment (Cho Money)
And the late nights of grindin’ for the finest
Because every dark cloud got a silver linin’
And where I’m from, everyone got smoked or got their time in
And I’m a star, never far, that shit be shinin’
That’s why I’m minin’ for them underground diamonds
‘Cause I know when times get hard, you stressin’, oh Lord
Just lost your Section 8, can’t forget your Link card, nigga
Feels like you don’t know what to do (Well, let me tell you, nigga)
Well, you can’t never give up, you better get up
Never held your head down, gotta keep your shit up
But um, don’t never get comfortable
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Sister say she disappointed, my OG say she through with me
They all I ever had, so what could y’all do with me?
‘Cause I ain’t got nothin’ to lose (Nothing)
My cousins fightin’ for their life, see they got somethin’ to lose (Gang, ooh)
But nothin’ to prove to no one (At all)
I can’t wait ‘til they touch, on folks ‘nem (Folks’nem)
Can’t forget the guys, bitch, free folks ‘nem
Just beat them cases like “Sugar” Shane in ’01
On folks ‘nem, I used to stay on 40th with them big rats
Grilled cheese with sugar, hell nah, it wasn’t no Big Macs (Grilled cheese)
Pops ? aw man, he was a big flat (A big bitch)
Ain’t stay to see his son grow and I won’t forget that (Fuck him)
But I ain’t trippin’, shit, OG made my life still
She made my life real, she made my life still
Even if she ain’t even come through with the light bill
Gas, water, rent, whatever, she gave me life still
And she ain’t give up or abort me (No)
Two kids, nineteen, couldn’t afford me (She couldn’t)
She probably was fed up, stayed down and bred up (She good)
She must’ve heard 2Pac, always kept her head up
Yeah, sometimes you got to struggle, learn how to hustle (You do)
Learn to play chess, see it, and get it off the muscle
See, I heard we was livin’ in the last days
My ancestors thought the same thing on them Middle Passage days
And I know when times get hard, you stressin’, oh Lord
Just lost your Section 8, can’t forget your Link card
And it feels like you don’t know what to do, look, yeah (Well, let me tell you, nigga, you better—)
Well, you can’t never give up, you better get up
Never held your head down, gotta keep your shit up
But um, never get too comfortable
Now let it breathe
Follow the teachers of the chairman like degree
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Yeah, my life seemin’ crazy (Fuckin’ crazy)
It ain’t been right lately (Right lately)
My bitch probably ?
We been aborted five babies
And I walk through my one through sixteens
But ‘round here, you gotta a least keep thirty or sixteen
This shit crazy if it’s hurtin’ my heart
This shit crazy, it’s hurtin’ my heart, uh
It’s like I’m—
It’s like I’m— (Meditatin’ ?, medication)
I’m sittin’ in the booth and I’m meditatin’
And I’m high off the ‘Woods and I’m levitatin’ (Gang, gang, gang)
But my heart hurt from this shit like I’m suffocatin’
(Let it breathe, let it breathe)
(Let it breathe, let it breathe)
You know? And I just wanna pull up in a GTR (Let it breathe, let it breathe)
But I gotta let it breathe like CPR (Let it breathe, let it breathe)
Let it breathe (Let it breathe)
Let it breathe (Let it breathe)
An ECG flatlines as agonal breathing stops.