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2 x Chorus: I don’t waited too long now is straight to the top And holding my breath for too long Gotta make it to heaven I ain’t been through hell been holding the stress for too long
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Third grade couldn’t’ go to school for whole week Pop dudes beat me down left marks on my seat They wanna caught the police but me I let it go I told em no I love my pops I let it show my crib Got shot up the first time when I was 8 should’ve seen my face I knew trouble was on the way and my aunt was prostitute Hooking every day crazy pens look me in my eyes and show me the way Punch a bitch in the eye only way she gonna pay Leave a stich break a bone only wasy she gonna stay This my real life y’all rappers making my sheet up My baby set te smoke back crack and stay lead up Eyes all bugged out people like black pennies crack his step mama Shut up to jenny and not to put my business all in my written shit But this really is my real life so I could spit the shit