Young 1s
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Now mama bills ain't paid and my family in the cold
And I just outgrew my hand-me-down clothes
Thirteen years old, with an old soul
And a warm heart that was soon to grow cold
My whole goal was to make sure that the coke sold
And find fiends that smoke more than a broke stove
I was exposed to the pushers and pimps
No father figure so a nigga had to look up to them
Couple mistakes could've brought me to jail, but they taught me well
Copped my first thing, a month later went and bought me twelve
It ain't about scars, it ain't about life
I been behind bars and I made it out twice
I thought I made it, but I made a hard life
I moved somewhere real far, my neighbors all white
I guess I'm just a product of the game
Only real niggas relate to my pain
Nigga let's go
We all only live once so make the best of it
So keep on your hand, make the best of it
Coming from the slums
Gotta make it out alright
Same chapter, different page
We made it off the plantation but
Still infatuated with whips and chains
I know this money and jewelry ain't gon' fix the pain
We going through them bad habits that we pretend okay
I wanna take my niggas to the riches with me
But it's hard 'cause they ain't got the same ambition as me
It's a shame the type of scars a bad decision can leave
I paid the consequences but sometimes I wish it was free
I was speeding fast, try not to repeat my past
Life is just a test that I never had the cheek to pass
Stashes at the crib, but I'm cautious where I leave it at
'Cause my father a fiend, he gon' steal it when he need the crack
Tryna keep it sane, 'cause the way I
Was brought up was mixed with tears
A crooked lifestyle that just forced us to live in fear
It ain't happen overnight, it took longer to get us here
That's black girl magic, Harry Potter can't disappear, nigga
We all only live once so make the best of it
So keep on your hand, make the best of it
Coming from the slums
Gotta make it out alright