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2am, the night still young
You live by the gun you gon die by the gun
Ain't no handouts for nobody
When I ain't had shit they ain't offer me nun
When I'm quiet I be thinking bout killings
A lot of niggas bitches may stand in they feelings
Saving these hoes, this shit here pitiful
All these lil bitty bitches my chillens (Woo)
And Momma, don't worry
You raised a gangsta, I'm a suvivor
It hurt me, not being able to give you what you want since I was a toddler
Shoutout to my pops for all the free game
Everything you ever told me stuck in my brain
Real OG status, and like to make a change
You live by the gun you gon die by the gun
Ain't no handouts for nobody
When I ain't had shit they ain't offer me nun
When I'm quiet I be thinking bout killings
A lot of niggas bitches may stand in they feelings
Saving these hoes, this shit here pitiful
All these lil bitty bitches my chillens (Woo)
And Momma, don't worry
You raised a gangsta, I'm a suvivor
It hurt me, not being able to give you what you want since I was a toddler
Shoutout to my pops for all the free game
Everything you ever told me stuck in my brain
Real OG status, and like to make a change
Shed the tears right here and so much pain
All the sheisty shit that Ive done, blessed to not be in no chains
Uncle killed me when I was young, Mom blessed the boy with cocaine
Growin up I ain't have no daddy, Momma played both roles
Been hard on a nigga since I came out the womb, yeah the pussy hole
I was taught to trust none
Face your problems, never run
Lil bitch holla she pregnant, you a lil nat nat that ain't my son
Tryna trap me, know I had a glove
Fuck them feeling slut, I'm a thug
You a lil dusty hoe, you the rug
And it's still fuck love
All the sheisty shit that Ive done, blessed to not be in no chains
Uncle killed me when I was young, Mom blessed the boy with cocaine
Growin up I ain't have no daddy, Momma played both roles
Been hard on a nigga since I came out the womb, yeah the pussy hole
I was taught to trust none
Face your problems, never run
Lil bitch holla she pregnant, you a lil nat nat that ain't my son
Tryna trap me, know I had a glove
Fuck them feeling slut, I'm a thug
You a lil dusty hoe, you the rug
And it's still fuck love
2am, the night still young
You live by the gun you gon die by the gun
Ain't no handouts for nobody
When I ain't had shit they ain't offer me nun
When I'm quiet I be thinking bout killings
A lot of niggas bitches may stand in they feelings
Saving these hoes, this shit here pitiful
All these lil bitty bitches my chillens (Woo)
And Momma, don't worry
You raised a gangsta, I'm a suvivor
It hurt me, not being able to give you what you want since I was a toddler
Shoutout to my pops for all the free game
Everything you ever told me stuck in my brain
Real OG status, and like to make a change
Shed the tears right here and so much pain
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