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As a youngin - I did nothing - but fuck with my bloods

Busy runnin up them numbers tryna catch a buzz

Piggies tryna catch up - they ain't catching none

Twenty twenty (what!) I'm still here to fuck it up

This shit forever I ain't going anywhere

Boi everyday I get up and I look up in the mirror

Boi you gotta keep yo head up let that fear disappear

Boi you gotta keep that bread up - we gettin fed up over here

I had plans to make it big but now I see it for what it is

Give a fuck what they think like I really give a shit

I've been stuck to the ink since I was a little kid

I been doing my thing nothing you can do about it