Prod.jiji

LYRICS:

This shit deeper than rap, and once you hear me state facts 
About how we lost some people and still had to bounce back 
About eating chicken noodles cause that was all that you had
Now I know you felt that, speak the truth where it lacks
And that friend that you ain’t hit em, make sure to hit his ass back
Even if it’s just hello, I promise they glad about that 
And if I ain’t call you bro I know that you got my back
And If I ain’t say I love you well, know I love you G

And its 3’s up forever and I still miss you Pee
All these days go by but still the pain won’t leave
All those nights I cried, it gets da best of me
All those nights getting high, I’m smoking one for Pee

Who Can I Blame Cause I can’t blame da trenches
It’s not Mom fault you ain’t had much, so you excused from this shit
I pray to God won’t need a rod for being where I’m living
I know we strong together, but da devil made us keep our distance
It gave the world a sickness
Ill pave a way cus I know one day I’ll show my children and shit
And then they’ll show their kids da cycle, it repeats after them
And teach my kids to love they skin, some people hate melanin 
Hard truth, its da world dat we been living in

Like Fake emotions, Heart been frozen
You should never have to suffer from what somebody else got going
And dis hurt growing, pain showing
 put a smile up on my face that make you happy I’ll keep going 

Some days I’m mad at the world, but the world don’t owe me shit, so I had to get it first 
And people so quick to listen what the next nigga heard
Got me thinking the ones before me should’ve held they sperm 
Cause da real niggas keep dying, fake ones had they turn
Could it get any worse? 
This what mom was talking about when she said hell on earth
I can vouch for what she saying cause I done seen it first 
Left my family hurt, left baby bro in da dirt

Who Can I Blame Cause I can’t blame da trenches
It’s not Mom fault you ain’t had much, so you excused from this shit
I pray to God won’t need a rod for being where I’m living
I know we strong together, but da devil made us keep our distance
It gave the world a sickness
Ill pave a way cus I know one day I’ll show my children and shit
And then they’ll show their kids da cycle, it repeats after them
And teach my kids to love they skin, some people hate melanin 
Hard truth, its da world dat we been living in

My way, shit would be so different if I had my way 
Da hood would have a voice and always have a say
And not see somebody dead or have to visit graves 
If I had my way, but first gotta come change
Cause dreams do not come true unless you work for what you claim
That’s da first shit that I thought about when I came inside this game
I just wish that I was young again, Pee would still be here today 

My way, shit would be so different if I had my way
The hood would have a voice and always have a say
And not see somebody dead or have to visit graves 

Who Can I Blame Cause I can’t blame da trenches?
It’s not Mom fault you ain’t had much, so you excused from this shit
I pray to God won’t need a rod for being where I’m living
I know we strong together, but da devil made us keep our distance
It gave the world a sickness
Ill pave a way cus I know one day I’ll show my children and shit
And then they’ll show their kids da cycle it repeats after them
And teach my kids to love they skin some people hate melanin 
Hard truth, its da world dat we been living in

Who can I, who can I
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