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20 Years old broke as f**k still rolling with the civic with the panels, crushed so when it
Hurricane storms and the windows don't roll it's like category, four from the
Front to the trunk and how is
Life you ask and the state I'm in tryna make a couple millions put my family in some
American nice homes see fights with Tyson one-day compete with my Idols
As rivals, it
Seems I'm living in my enemies dream pockets on "E" Low self-esteem
Not to mention I
Dropped out a semester I'm living life on the edge so f**k fitting your Image
I'll make it out of the jungle so f**k your statistics and f**k private prisons
Wake up in the morning then I write some shit
Take a look into the mirror see the mantra is...
Just tryna find my way but these situations make us my
N**a Za-za told me get yo fucking paper you
Know niggas gone hate ya that's just the way they made bruh
You either change your tracks or stay complacent In your station
Yeah!
Young Amaan! that's the name I was given far from a muslim half hearted christian
Conflicted by negative past horrors that I seen like domestic disputes or homicidal
Drive-by's by a
Teen no mosque or chapel could save me from the troubles I get into
Me and my generation
Crazy poppin pills and gang relations Life ills got us strung out
Or complacent the
Habits that we into having us lost in the sauce roll the blunt get dripped
And lit with wet
Invade some homes and hit the b**h for sex this life we live have me thinking
Of pulling a tec
Malcolm X mixed with Kool G Rap son militant poetic type of ill
Street blues giving you
Facts far from the bullshit on Fox News where the homicides ride babies die to soon
But still I!
Try to find my way but these situations make us my
N**a Za-za told me get yo fucking paper you
(Its Still Nothing Major N**a!)
You know niggas gone hate (Uh-Huh!) ya that's just the way they made bruh
(Thats Right!)
You either change your tracks or stay complacent In your station
Yeah!
I'm tryna find my way but these situations make us my
N**a Za-za told me get yo fucking paper you
Know niggas gone hate ya that's just the way they made bruh
You either change your tracks or stay complacent In your station
Yeah!
