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Kaleb Mickens
Kaleb Mickens
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I only know a couple other **** like me, real shit
And they dead or in jail right now
Jumped out the Porsche and I turned to an addict
With the money man you know I gotta have it
I can't stop doing crime it's a habit
I ain't ever know I'd be a savage
I did a lot of things to get in my cabbage
No brain, no hurt, did damage
I did a lot of things to get in my cabbage
No brain, no hurt, did damage
Jumped out the Porsche and I turned to an addict
With the money man you know I gotta have it
I can't stop doing crime it's a habit
I ain't ever know I'd be a savage
I did a lot of things to get in my cabbage
No brain, no hurt, did damage
I did a lot of things to get in my cabbage
No brain, no hurt, did damage
I beat myself up daily
All these all thoughts swear to god I hate me
I don't even want to be alive no more but I know
My momma gonna miss her baby
I don't even want to see her cry no more but she know I'm around the corner I'm Champ Bailey
Got it in my jeans it's a low three-eighty
I'm shooting off rip it ain't got no safety, huh
Tell me what you know about dope
Four-five grams in my pocket in my coat
Made a little winning I'm still getting to it ridin' round in the Buick makin' profit off coke
Live a dirty life I ain't ever have soap
And I'm from a dirty time we ain't never had hope
Remember when my mom couldn't even pay the bills lil' **** stop frontin' you ain't never that broke
I ain't have a dad in the house growin' up
So it kinda got bad in the house growin' up
I was only twelve but I felt like a man
Smoke too much weed **** I was throwing up
Tell me what the fuck you expect from a youngin' like that
When he jumpin off the next
I was going hard **** put it on my chest
When I hit the ninth grade I was feeling like a vet
Breaking down o's and I even hit a few cribs
All I wanna do is do it big
When I was a sophmore **** it was over
I run up in yo' shit with a mask and a cig
Yeah I'm living
But I know a couple **** want to see me laying in a casket this day
Walk up cool ask for a cig
Put the gun to his head for the cash and the crib
Jumped out the Porsche and I turned to an addict
With the money man you know I gotta have it
I can't stop doing crime it's a habit
I ain't ever know I'd be a savage
I did a lot of things to get in my cabbage
No brain, no hurt, did damage
I did a lot of things to get in my cabbage
No brain, no hurt, did damage
Jumped out the Porsche and I turned to an addict
With the money man you know I gotta have it
I can't stop doing crime it's a habit
I ain't ever know I'd be a savage
I did a lot of things to get in my cabbage
No brain, no hurt, did damage
I did a lot of things to get in my cabbage
No brain, no hurt, did damage
R.I.P to the real ones dead
I've seen a lot of murders fuckin' with my head
Screaming old murder I ain't fuckin' with the feds
When I see a couple **** I'm gonna buck them with the lead
I ain't really playing it's a hard knock life
You ain't never been up on the block all night
Like Oprah I had to fight all my life
Faggot ass cops took all my rights
I woke up sweatin' in the cell
Pissed I ain't getting no letters in the mail
The way shit goin' I be better off in hell
I'm already burnt while I burn on the L
Every day free still feel like jail
I only care about my berretta and scale
I don't know what's going on in my head pray to god he help me do better and prevail
Jumped out the Porsche and I turned to an addict
With the money man you know I gotta have it
I can't stop doing crime it's a habit
I ain't ever know I'd be a savage
I did a lot of things to get in my cabbage
No brain, no hurt, did damage
I did a lot of things to get in my cabbage
No brain, no hurt, did damage
Jumped out the Porsche and I turned to an addict
With the money man you know I gotta have it
I can't stop doing crime it's a habit
I ain't ever know I'd be a savage
I did a lot of things to get in my cabbage
No brain, no hurt, did damage
I did a lot of things to get in my cabbage
No brain, no hurt, did damage
**** can't understand the fuckin' life I live ****
Don't ask me why I'm acting a certain way
Did a lotta things to get that cabbage
Written by: Kaleb Mickens
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