Justified

Verse 1 [NickytheGod]:
Growing up i always had holes in my sock
I ain’t never wonder why they just the socks that i got
Uncle old shirts and shoes populated my spot
Ain’t no trips to the store hand me downs all i got

But i ain’t never give as fuck cuz i knew i was hot
Been the man of the house since my testicles dropped
Ain’t have a care in the world posted up on the block
Tryna learn from the big homies flipping them rocks

I ain't get to choose these the role models i got
I learned head on a swivel and ya hand on ya Glock
It’s gone always be some niggas try to come hit ya spot
Don’t panic, just up the blick, take a breath and justpop
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Then i realize something, shooter im not
Ima money getter, i should be investing in stock
So i keep a shooter with me he protect while i plot
Ion go where it’s hot

So focused on the money ionknow who got shot
And ion know where i’m going
But you can see how i’m growing
Dont ask me how I got here, cuz you already knowing
And the money not showing
Stuffed up in duffels bags to the bank where we going

I do this for my mother, and I do this my brothers
Richie was my blood, you already know I love ya
Can't forget about the fam, I won’t put no one above
Shout out to sisters, yall already miss ya
Mad love to the Go
For y’all that don’t know
Its C-H-I…
C-A-G-O
I really love my city
And you know that shit fasho
But I can’t just hang around if a nigga
Wanna grow
So I gotta go
I gotta leave
I wanna learn everythig I’m talking A to Z
Im tryna have so much shit they think its make believe
I always try to answer sorry if I’m hard to reach
Just know a nigga grinding, I swear to God we gone all eat

Ain't no cap in rap
I always try to spit fact
And for you niggas that hate
Bitch you know where I’m at
So ima keep doing this
And you can keep doing that
I put my heart on my sleeve
And my team on my back
So I ain't fucking with ops
And we can keep it like that
I try to stick to myself
But niggas really hate that
Bitches think Ima dog
And that I’m just chasing cat
Little do they know
Im only chasing the rack
Its people who hate me
Never seen how I act
Never heard how I speak
Never heard how I rap
They ain't never met me
But they’ll swear that I’m whack
And just for that
I can’t go to sleep chill or relax