Sample of My Life

I hope yall dont mind me talkin my shit... sip my yack and give yall niggas my thoughts...
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My mama crazy and that shit fuck wit my head
So i be trapped in my mind and i be stuck in my head
No i be stuck off the liquor i be stuck in my bed
Cuz she ain't like me since young
Must be something i said
And prolly dont help alot that i look like my pops
That i look more like a hoodlem when i hooked up my locks
Might of sold a lil weed
Never cooked up a rock
Kickin me out was a strain put the hook on the lock
Man i could've wild out like a hook on the L.O.X
But i ain't tryna see the pen
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And i almost did a bid
Assault one was on the charge
And ironicaaly all i wanted was my mother and God
And i couldn't keep a girl mama son is a dog
Mama son was a pimp
Mama son had the broads
Got a pimpin
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These is just my thoughts
I get blunted and reflect
Me and millz wanted to smoke
He was ??? for a check
Lil something on the ring, lil something on the neck
Then i seen these industry niggas and im like fuck that
Gimme some bomb ass weed and some dutch blunt wraps
Man we could reminisce for days ill take you months back
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She had cancer ???
I was scared of bad news i ain't answer none of her texts
She gon need alot of love she gon need that affection
I get high enough to ask God to see he correct it

Im like ,, im like yo God
I mean you know , you know out of evrybody the best that me and my mom dont get along but im saying if this could pass, let it pass

Everyday ain't sunny for me
I hardly got money to eat
I hardly got dutch money for this 20 in my sneaks
I hardly could run in my sneaks check my feet
Its hard for me to run to the doctor every week
Insurance tryna knock me off them niggas cheap
Plus i gotta pay for these meds out of my pocket
So i be like fuck it cuz i just ain't got it
While niggas is complainin what they life is without
I go crib to crib and i sleep on the couch
So if you really wanna know what leak is about
Check to see if i ignored you when you speak out your mouth
I drench my pain like rain in 40s and weed
On instagram attention seekers all on my feed
It got me thinking like money is all that you need
Love is cool but you won't have me caught on a knee

I mean i think like, if you gon give life 100% of you. How you gon share 50% of you with somebody else?

Everyday i wake up im plotting on touchin ends
With the same hands i break down dutches with
Crush a 20 on up and pump the guts and then
I blow that motherfucka like a bunch of wind
Lets grind
I swear to God i ain't sleep good in some months time
Nightmares of being stuck in the lunch line
My nike airs i scuff em up when its crunch time
Cuz i go nuts like 40 points, not 1 dime
I tend to chief alot and spit that dope through your speakerbox
This is half the d-e-tox
Always was a nike nigga checks was on my sneakerbox
Unless they was the pumps i never did the re-e-boks
The shaq-nocious those shits was ferocious though
And them AI's them shits was just smokin bro
I peep the game like a open toe
So im stayin on my feet like smokey joe
Shoutout to O to the Lo
I just was smoking wit hoes
He said we definitly gettin on ain't no hoping shit bro
He said lets go, live loyal and have faith in the One
Everybody under clouds have they days in the sun
And grind on day 800 as if its day 1
Cuz in this field of dreams if you build it they come

Yea... cocaine

And they call me cocaine cuz im classic....i been around.... i been hittin