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ABN Renegadez
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Just got off the phone my nigga, Smithy
Shit too real back home bro, real
This for my niggas here, hold your head
I know shit rough, but nigga we don't give up
We don't get mad nigga, we just get tough
We just get right nigga, we don't get left
Fuck what they said
'Cause what we learned coming up, you can't teach that shit
Like dealer nigga blows, but we eat that shit
This one here's for my brother, we gonna beat that shit now
I say my prayers
I got too many people in my head right now up
So many that's in jail, or they're dead right now
One time for my nigga Craig, right now
He in the Feds, damn, the times change
And these stupid nigga talking 'bout crime pays
You can keep that shit
I just made a million, call me when reach that shit
I ain't bragging, I'm just shedding some light
One time for my granny up in heaven tonight
And a young boy from a show down in Hampton
Told me that my song was the reason he beat cancer
Didn't know what to say, I just froze
Little too deep I suppose
But after a year of review
I figured it out it wasn't me, it was you nigga
Congratulations
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I just got a bunch of bad news
It ain't easy, but I accept it
Trained to be a soldier at bound, never protected
I hope I use this class, faiths they're getting tested
Pain is something like cancer, it feels like I've been infected
They say it's only time, I ain't witnessed the worst shit
Brother got triple life, he ain't finish the first year
He ain't even got to see my kids while they're growing up
Visitation ain't the same, but every chance I'm showing up
See all I know is him, and all he know is me
I overlooked being joy and chose the kimmy g
While them other niggas be ballin' like they got a deal
I'm thinking 'bout my nigga Joe, tryna get a meal
And I ain't talking no dollar signs
The biz came and gather, can imagine what's on someone's mind
They say shit ain't that bad, hell, I say, "It ain't that great either"
Barely missing my chance, and I swear I ain't that late either
Still I pray to God that I'm hope for those with nothing left
Like the lil' homie gates, somebody beat this child to death
What's crazy? I don't know 'em that well
But I feel let's pull through a ride, leaving niggas here
I feel tired, living out of breath
I got the fights swinging 'til no muscle left
Navigate this hell through all the cries
My lil' homie David got paralyzed
Hold your head up nigga
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