Nothin
yeah I was bangin 8 block
Homie bounce wit a glock
Ima yound smart black boy leaving these whit people in shock
This gang banging ain't gon lead to nothin
But let me tell you something this what they want from us
This what they expect and want from us
Too many of us in jail Mhm,
Too many of us behind a prison cell mhm
Too many of these kids ain't got a male mhm
We all black in the same but these suckas tryna swerve in our lane
With this rapping to hard for them to tame
Like I said to many of behind a cell
And this aint no joke no show and tell
There's more but comment how you feel keep it 💯💯Thxxs :)
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