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System Child

M Huncho
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Foreign music Good to see you, Tiller Foreign music Yeah I ain't been around, been around for a minute I had great ambitions, but these olders tried to kill it They tried to bury me in the ground, I had risen I'm just a lost child, lost child in the system I ain't been around, been around for a minute I had great ambitions, but these olders tried to kill it They tried to bury me in the ground, I had risen I'm just a lost child, lost child in the system How do you reach the top if you don't sell your soul? They tell me hard work is the way it goes I say, "It's a facade 'cause I did the most " Still I'm underrated like an undercard I'm the main event I land in New York City, don't keep tabs on what I spend I help my brothers out, I don't keep tabs on what I lend I'm thinking about the times where eviction was the threat And my mama had no rent, I had a mattress, but no bed Fill the scope with 32s, zeppelin with the lead No corporation on my side with any feds, that's a fact In the jungle like a lion, but I'm surrounded by these rats They all claim to stick to codes, but I seen paperwork, it's mad Oh I love mine, do you love yours? I got mine Do you got yours? I was the one they called the lost cause I was the one they called the lost cause Oh, I ain't been around, been around for a minute I had great ambitions, but these olders tried to kill it They tried to bury me in the ground, I had risen I'm just a lost child, lost child in the system I ain't been around, been around for a minute I had great ambitions, but these olders tried to kill it They tried to bury me in the ground, I had risen I'm just a lost child, lost child in the system Before the streets, we got some gangsters and some mutuals Since YOY, socks full of snooker balls 36, I'm with some suspects, yeah, the usuals I copped two buss downs when I was new to jewels I hear them rapping real gangsta, I know that fools to fools I told my teacher, "Suck a dick, I'm too cool for school " She said it's hard not to love me, how I carry myself I carried Nanny and my auntie at their funerals I swear my lifestyle's wicked like the musical You used to love me, now I'm someone that you used to call I still got it for the low, that's food for thought I've been a king with my crown, I ain't new to court Just a kid in the system, had me traumatized On the phone to my nan, don't make me bawl my eyes I got pain in my heart, but it's normalized God knows that I ain't seeing shit with normal eyes I ain't been around, been around for a minute I had great ambitions, but these olders tried to kill it They tried to bury me in the ground, I had risen I'm just a lost child, lost child in the system I ain't been around, been around for a minute I had great ambitions, but these olders tried to kill it They tried to bury me in the ground, I had risen I'm just a lost child, lost child in the system Foreign music Good to see you, Tiller