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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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