Lost Born Child Lyrics – Aaronya

Picture me dirty black n#gg# product of the trap
Not the drugs spots but all the blocks that set our people back
So imagine how I felt that first I touched a stack
Older cousin slinging p#ss# like it’s crack

All facts but f#ck it the streets raised him he a product of the trap
Little buzzin bloodin buggin he a product of that Mac and cheese
That Hennessy that dirty weed I’m talking Buddha sacks
Rest In Peace my n#gg# Roc

My n#gg# had the heart of Dapp
They say if you never lived it never spit it in ya raps
Cause when the realist n#gg#s hear it you can never take it back
You see poppa was a pastor but we livеd in the hood

So when Papa wasn’t around I was smoking that good
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Aaronya Lyrics – Lost Born Child

Aaronya

Lost Born Child