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Yeah I feel like 95 Pac Me against the world I take 95 shots From 95 cops or 95 ops Went to the falls, hit a lick on the 95 block And we was out there like a nine to five job Niggas on the gram, like they ain't prone to getting robbed Niggas on the gram, in the comments, plottin' on your moms Niggas on the gram, flashing doe, turn you to a John Really unnecessary, hood so legendary It ain't been the same since they fell in love with Katy Perry Made my niggas addicts and they put em in a cemetery Another black body for the gov like it's commissionary God damn my nigga, yo this shit is crazy Shootin' up the grocery store and I ain't got the right to carry I get a mandatory three and they pleading crazy God saved me when the devil thought he had me nigga Yeah, and I don't mean to question you At times it's hard who to believe, the Muslims or the Jews Sometimes I sit back to myself like none of this is true And when my brother died I said fuck it nigga, there go the proof Yeah, and I been searchin' for the truth But it's hard to see it when life is taken at 22 And where I'm from it's nothin' new You watch the news to get a clue If they only knew what we go through to change they point of view Yeah, so much anger in my eyes, so much murder on my mind Nafisa took my ass to church and that shit saved a lot of lives She an angel in disguise, they was plottin' my demise I really need her in my life to really steer me clear from lies I know she gon' check me when I'm gettin' out of line She gon' do it every time, And that's the reason why I had to put her in a rhyme So I never forget the times that her energy was divine Yeah, and you can never understand Unless you came this close to kill another man Unless you came this close, lucky you're gun jammed When God gave you life but he gave you the shorthand Yeah, this ain't the time to be afraid Seeing these crackheads get hyped off of Powerade And where I'm from I turn every lemon to lemonade And where I'm from it's the same shit in a different day Yeah And I'll make you understand that baby, this is for real You know sometimes I feel misunderstood Yeah Nah nigga, this shit ain't over So much shit to say, nigga, so much more Let me tell a story about a Central Park legend Who did some time in Franklin and he did some time in Clinton Gave them eight years when they sent him off to prison Missed eight birthdays and eight thanksgivings All my school plays, every fucking Christmas All my talent shows, and my graduation How could you judge this ain't your situation Put the hood against each other, had no information Not one judge took that in consideration In the hood fighting for scraps and liberation All my brother ever was lacking was inspiration Let the cannon open like Wayne on Dedication Yeah, and life was hard since we left the womb Always shine in the darkness is how the flower bloomed Yeah, my nigga died before he jumped the broom Can't believe he left his daughter behind, she was only two Yeah, none of my homies ever made the news Even when they got their lives stolen before 22 Yeah, and East Delevan was all we knew Grew up on Northland, went Hamlin Park where I met the crew And I had a homie you would swear he a prophet Dropped gems about the government and all they profit Ops killed his little brothers when he just lost it There's a line that you just shouldn't cross, but he crossed it Yeah, and life is such a monster It'll cut your shit short when you just trying to prosper Shorty on the news trying to be a doctor And got shot in the face cause of a snitch ass father Damn Yeah, still got so much shit to say So much more Yeah, alright Yeah, alright Yeah, yeah You heard my pen and know that I am well respected If I was in the pen, you know I'd be well protected I don't like to sin, but I hate being disrespected I know my death is coming, but somehow it's unexpected Damn, I got So much more So much more So much to say, baby So much more So much more So much to say, baby So much to say, baby Yeah So much to say, baby So much to say, baby Yeah So much to say, baby Alright So much to say, baby Baby Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah So much more So much more So much more I got so much to say, baby
Writer(s): Hanarlo Manuel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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