A upbeat Growth song
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I aint on my knees cleaning shoes, but i shine
can i kill the beat i kill the beat like everytime
music is my life my body and my mind
everytime i do a tracc, its me not doin a crime
every single morning i was plottin on a licc
only thing that i had was my balls and my clip
and a couple thug homeys who was down with the sh**
gave a fucc about life, bust rounds at cha b***
don't talk ta police no sounds from my lips
beat a nigha up just ta show im down for my sh**
loyolty is what i bleed im goin down with the ship
homey down for the klik like ho's down for the dicc
down ta take a nigha life if the money sound legit
i was a pitbull, biting the necc of micheal vicc
cuz the world got me pissed so i served em with the sicc
put the middle finga up everytime i seen a pig
screaming fucc the world and im just a lil kid
aint a day that i wanna take bacc what i did
its the story of my life and my life wont be hid
so listen up, and understand what it is
verse 2
I aint on my knee's cleaning shoes, but I shine
can I kill the beat I kill the beat like everytime
music is my life my body and my mind
everytime I do a tracc, it's me not doin a crime
Your baby boys deuce deuce now momma
dont worry bout a thang ima murder all the drama
i'm soulreal that don't mean that i'm the Dali Lama
jus a nigha tryna change his life ive been thru hella trauma
ive been jumped and i jumped hit nighas like a pinatta
protect my neck cuz im swimming with pirahna
i was steady skipping school slangin saccs of marjuana
i would steal my brothers pac you would steal your moms modanna
805 klik ......money respect and honor
put us in the spot will blow it up like Osama
I love my skin ,thank god for Obama
im tryna raise up make my money betty crocca
street smarts im smooth a butter when i popp ya
you say that you the sh** well that comes as quite A SHOCCa
your spose ta spill your soul let the mic be the moppa
I THINK YOU SERVE NO POINT LIKE A LOCK WITH OUT A LOCKa