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I was born in the belly of the beast Where a nigga catch you lacking leave your body

in the streets Where money was the only motivation

Had to keep me a Glock just to get me some motherfuckin' peace

Mama workin' doubles just to make ends meet But the trap stay boomin', gotta get us off

Our feet Shit is a maze, but it's clear to see

That the only option left is to get it in the streets

So I pack my lethal weapon like Danny Glover Leave your body stiff like some rubber

You ain't takin' shit from me, product of my environment

Where procession lines crowded in the streets

Rest in peace, KD, he was a king Got shot by some niggas that wanted his seat