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Fact is im a black kid, who can’t wear his hoodie cause they clap kids
Backwards ain’t the youth suppose to live long? Shot my nigga, killed a nigga
Now police phone his home, tell his mother stay strong. And put him in
A gallery. They grabbed they 9, split him down now coroners
Gathering G. Just take a pause, and look up at his family tree, then knock a branch
Off that bitch, when he cease to breathe. 10 o’ clock breaking news, seen G
On the TV screen. Heart breaking evidence Killed with skittles and a tea. Man thats ice cold
I refuse to be a victim of the Devil, plead the blood of Christ im a rebel. G’s do
Die, but they come back with 3
Travion Martin, Mike B, and Erick G. You see im scared stiff to plant my
Seed, Cause cops are meant to make em bleed. But do not be deceived I’ll ride
For mine. Rub them eyes swear to God see I will die for mine. I supply the fuck’n
Fade, if they out of line…Im out of my time, I feel like Saddam, I feel like dropping bombs
Kill me if you want, cause theres more of my kind. Taze me if
You, and spark the hate in my mind. They tried to break my soul but nah, it to divine
The say damn this niggas strong. Cause im the master Design, yeah Cause im the master Design
You can put me in the dirt daily but watch me climb maybe Ill sit next to God
Lord knows my whole life I scraped like a dog. My future was never clear I was
Born in the fog. 6,2 but when you hell low you never to tall. nah never to
Tall, strife in my soul and ambition in my soul. God watch how I ball. Watch
How I ball. I wanna load the clip, and spray then watch them fall. Like the branches
Of a destroyed family tree under the saw. R.I.P Travion, Mike B, and Erick G. God bless em all
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