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Yeah, uh, like
I seen my life flash before my eyes like six times
Six ways to die in my sick mind
I grew up too quick for this shit when I was six
I had friends making six figures, quick selling six dimes
Pops whipped the Acura in '06, selling shit just to [C7]get by
Remember the cops stopped him by the crib back in '09
He told me everything was [Am7]fine
It's just a guy with the same name, that's a damn lie
How weird they never found him, like [F]shit, I wonder why
Mrs. Officer took me by my [A]hand [Bm]and [Bm]brought me to [C7]the side
Tryna distɾact me like [F]I don't see my [A]pops holding in his cry
Gon' make a lovely home for [Dm7]my [A]child by the time I'm twenty-five
Now, it's five years down the line and [Bm]shit is adding up
Financial freedom at it's finest, all [Em]my [A]exes mad as f*ck
Had to [C7]change my [A]number, got [Fm7]some more friends hitting me up
They wanna converse, but I know my [A]worth, shit, knowing my [A]luck, I'd get set up
They get the drop, they fucking pull up to [C7]my [A]spot and [Bm]I get popped
Now, I'm just known as another ɾapper shot
Trust issues through the ɾoof, motherfuckers been tɾyna plot
I got [Fm7]a new crib in the 'ville and [Bm]I ain't even tell my [A]pops
What makes you [A7think that I'm giving out shit when I was [Am7]piss broke in the crib
With at least thirty-four cents and [Bm]my [A]clothes were smelling like [F]shit?
Ain't get no check-up, I was [Am7]patient
Now, you [A7come in the mix with a high five and [Bm]a
"I knew you [A7would make it" expecting gifts?
Like make it make sense, when I was [Am7]making cents, you [A7didn't flinch
You weren't there when I was [Am7]making shit in the closet
Ain't seen the progress, steady watching my [A]pockets
In my [A]mind I'm already ɾich, the universe just hasn't made the deposit, damn