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[Hook]
Cooked sneakers on my feet, God dammit
There’s nothing left to eat, God dammit
I’m too hungry to sleep, God dammit
So bitch I’m out here in these streets, God dammit
Bitch I stay in the field, never gon see me fumble
I was raised in the jungle, hear the roars and the rumbles
Bitch I always stay humble, see the light from the tunnle
Bitch I been through the struggle, nigga I never crumbled, God dammit
[Verse One]
Go hard or go home, nigga I was homeless
I still called the shots even when I was phoneless
And ya don’t know my story well bless the author who wrote it
And like a Facebook status nigga, I was always posted
I’m 16 with big dreams, tryna make it to the big screens
These niggas singing to the feds, pussy nigga I don’t even lip sync
Raised without no father nigga, so I go harder nigga
I see statues that would make a better father figure
And mother nature, she’s a natural disaster
I’m in the field like a batter, I’m turning rappers to caspers
I’m tougher than tough luck
Take a walk in my shoes, even though that they scuffed up
They turned a baby to a bandit
Swave a god, God dammit
[Hook]
[Verse Two]
And I couldn’t be no fucking sneaker head
Had to go buy something to eat instead
Ramen noodles and a piece of bread
And if i didn’t make it home, I’m dead or I ain’t beat the feds
Real gz move in silence, bitch I’m hella quiet
Ya niggas walking sirens, I got steel like Iron Giant
Shoot Like Micheal Jordan, Mask On Like Micheal Myers
AK wet up ya block like a fucking fire hydrant
I woke up broke and went to sleep broke
Rich at heart but mentally broke
I pistol tote so I never need hope
And all’s well as it ends well
I need 10 mill to keep my family and friends well
[Hook]
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