[Intro:] 
I know a lot of people might not be from where we from 
The following may not be my true story...but it’s still a true story 
 
[Verse 1: Don Trip] 
Damn 
Shawty sell everything in the house 
Flatscreens, xbox, shit even pots and pans 
Toaster oven, microwave, dvd, children clothes 
Even food stamps, just to get a gram 
Even pawn her baby bank, powerwheel, infa-meal 
Shit, she’ll sell anything she can 
Now my kid get to eat 
But her kids in the street 
Well I sell D so I don’t give a damn 
Life sucks, I don’t give a fuck 
She’ll get high no matter what; I might as well be the man 
Might as well take the dope and hit the trap with a plan 
Had to get my ass in and provide for my fam 
It’s a cold cruel world, that’s somebody’ little girl 
Momma, grandmomma, sister, cousin, aunt 
Prolly even mine, how I do this to my kin? 
Ever since they let the cocaine in we been damned 
They been at it since the 70’s, I was born in 85’ 
Know you want to blame me but you can’t 
Momma wasn’t home, daddy up and van 
Big brother got killed on the same block I stand 
Up and sold dope, all my cousins got slammed 
Evidently this is who I am 
I was raised off the soul food 
Now I gotta get it how I can with the chickens in the can 
 
[Verse 2: Starlito] 
Cocaine hitters 
Broken car antennas 
Product of broken homes 
Break in homes erry muhfuckin day 
Broke his momma heart 
Saw him in a box, heart stopped, cause he was broke and just wanted to get payed 
[?], okay, don’t play 
50 shots, AK 
47 equals First 48 
This mind?, this grind, this nine, on my waist, round my way 
Young niggas wear they crimes on they face 
And they robbin all times of the day 
Not me, (POW, POW, POW, POW, POW, POW), that’s all I'm gonna say 
If they ever try to set me up, I'm shootin that bitch first 
Kill these niggas with kindness and blew kisses at the hearse 
In a pew sittin at the church, wit a fuckin smurf 
Heart cold, im a soldier though, can you match this big bag of purp 
If its true you are what you smoke, then that make me a OG 
[?] a bunch a regula ass niggas, 100 or OC, you know me 
Its Lito
					 
					 
					
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