Jazz Your InterLAude

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I was bout 16, yea
See I chilled in the hood, cause round my way the yards were just way too green
Talk about the more fortunate, say we like the gritty life
And Maybe I was fascinated but I almost died that night
Everybody on the block knew I had more than them
We was friends with the dropouts and niggas who dodged the pin
I thought my homegirl had my back
I thought u was my protection man, u set my ass up to get sacked
Nigga pulled a gun on me
I had just bought that watch
About $500 given so he didn’t use that Glock (that Glock)
I ain’t even scared of the hood
Scared of who I’m callin my friends
Say that got you to the end
But set you up to meet your end (damn)

I ain’t got hard feelins for ya
And I put that on mama
We all make mistakes so I pray that you get good karma
I ain’t got hard feelins for ya
And I put that on mama
We all make mistakes so I pray that you get good karma
Straight up