They ain’t real, you don’t get trophies
All you get is scars
I learned young to stay solid
’cause this life is hard
Coming up i had to eat, so i judged and robbed
Gang tats on my face, i ain’t getting a job
They ain’t real, you don’t get trophies
All you get is scars
I learned young to stay solid
’cause this life is hard
Coming up i had to eat, so i judged and robbed
Gang tats on my face, i ain’t getting a job
Gang tats on my face never had a job
But don’t get this sh#t twisted like a doorknob
When i dropped out of school, started to serve white
You want me to take the trip?
Then have the price right
It’s really crazy looking down from the top tier
If you ain’t talking about some money get up out of here
The world is mine, and i’m feeling like i’m scarface
sh#t been in a pack, mail it through to all states
P’d up all night like a padre
Ask me if i got work foo’, you know its all-day
Making money on these streets, on my 6th play
I been trapping serving sacks, since the 6th grade
I’m built different, old school like a midway
I only shop at genx or catch me at mi gentes
This that big sur ese, f#ck all that norte
I got all those dead chaps smoked in my ashtray
Selling drugs, busting missions ’cause i got to eat
On top of that, gang unit keeps looking for me
But f#ck that i’m still outside cruising with my heat
Traumatic stress from the streets makes it hard to sleep
I’m never lacking so you know i always got my gun
Had no choice but to grow up when i was young
f#ck 12, everytime i see ’em they know that i run
In my property, dickies white tee and some airforce 1’s
f#ck probation i never finished a program
Remember being locked up christmas day eating cold ham
Now i’m eating good with the homies counting more bands
And all the homies breaded on the books
Free the gangland
f#ck a truce, forever sliding on the yiera side
If i catch a buster in my hood, then he’s gonna die
Kktv breaking news, another homicide
Life’s a gambling situation, you gotta roll the dice
Take a risk, couple times that i cracked out
I’m always front lining, i ain’t ever in the background
Anytime a buster hit the pod, he got packed out
Fades back to back like it was friday night smackdown
Only fear god so you know i do not back down
Them 5 dollar bluffs, turned to 10k a pack now
Started robbing young, was addicted to the fast route
They kicked me out of school and i was straight to the trap house
b#tch
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