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I remember a few years ago
 When I got stabbed in my face
 My mama told me she was on the way to the hospital
 And she was cryin' and she was askin' God
 Please don't take my son
 And she said God spoke back to her and He said
 I ain't gon' take him
 Your son got a purpose
 He got way too much he gotta fulfill on this earth
 It ain't his time yet
 Yeah
 My adrenaline pumpin', predictin' the police gon' pull up before I get finished this heist
 As a juvenile delinquent, I was pistol grippin' 'cause I heard niggas tryna get at my life
 I had niggas really tryna murder me, I was in high school walkin' around with a knife
 I was so broke, I had to shower with wipes
 No lights in the traphouse, hungry, eating dirty rice
 I'm really finna lay in the grass and then wait for niggas
 I hate them niggas, I really can't debate with niggas
 I put the dick in the nine and then rape a nigga
 Replace a nigga, chopper finna decay a nigga
 I can make a pussy nigga go blind from the laser, nigga
 Deflate a nigga, fuck around and filet a nigga
 And if I really want you gone, I could pay a nigga
 To braze a nigga, thought he could elevate a nigga
 I'll bust a nigga head to the white meat
 We ain't even gotta shoot a pistol, you can fight me
 They'll hate to see your body with no head at the crime scene
 Stretched out on the ground in a chalk lining
 I remember when the police tried to blind me with the high beams
 Got in a fender bender with the semiautomatic on me
 Two twin pocket rockets on me and they Siamese
 To be honest, I been tryna pray to God that I can find peace, uh
 They want me dead and gone
 Gone
 I wrote my name on the wall in blood, put a scar on the rug
 Now tell me how can I right my wrongs?
 I'm gon' be here when it's all said and done
 I'm riding dirty even though I'm on the run
 Toting my gun (Yeah)
 Draco come with a kickback
 Them 7.62s go straight through your six-pack
 Fuck around and get popped like a Tic-Tac
 Now he in the emergency room with a shitbag
 Pistol-whip a nigga 'til he get whiplash
 I had to send him a box to his crib and it's gift-wrapped
 He got shot in the head, now his face look mismatched
 Rule number one, nigga, don't ever sleep where you shit at
 I trap where I stay, but got shooters protectin' me
 I earned my stripes in the street like a referee
 I'm in all red on the block, I look like a low battery
 I get sick of these niggas, I think I got allergies
 I'm 'bout my green, but I don't eat celery
 You let them niggas rob you, why the fuck you tellin' me?
 Triple H with the hammer, get hit with this Pedigree
 All of my A-1 day one niggas got felonies
 Niggas stabbed me and left me for dead (For real)
 And they wonder why I keep the Draco under my bed (Yeah)
 Beretta with one in the head (Huh?)
 I still don't show no remorse for the night that I slid (Hell nah)
 I'm a home invader, don't let me in your crib
 Fireline, bitch, but I ain't rockin' all red (Slatt, slatt)
 Fuck 12, we don't conversate with feds
 I got the type of chopper that'll knock off your dreads
 They want me dead and gone
 Gone
 I wrote my name on the wall in blood, put a scar on the rug
 Now tell me how can I right my wrongs?
 I'm gon' be here when it's all said and done
 I'm riding dirty even though I'm on the run
 Toting my gun