[Friyie]
They don't wanna see a youngin make it out, shit, make it out the slums
They don't wanna see a youngin make it out, shit, no way
They don't wanna see a youngin make it out, shit, make it out the slums
They don't wanna see a youngin make it out, no way
[Friyie]
Young nigga make a killing 'fore he make a million
Young children turn to men, imagine how the bill ends
Fuck your feelings, where I'm from, no, ain't a thing forgiven
Self sufficient, gotta get it in these parts we live in
All this pain a nigga feeling, got me numb to it
Facing problems, never runnin' from, I run through it
And if it come to it, you know I came with it
I'm still at it if the package on me ain't finished
I'ma stay the same, I promise, never changin' up
All these racks and all these boulders got me waitin' up
All this weight up on my shoulders, Glock be waitin' up
How we livin', ain't no feelings but the pain with us
Ninety-nine more problems, still these hundreds ain't enough
I can't put faith into the streets because there ain't no love
See that pack and watch a nigga, man, he ain't with us
I'm on the road, I gotta get it, but I'm...
They don't wanna see a youngin make it out, shit, make it out the slums
[ Friyie]
Home runnin' like I'm playin' for the Major League, ayy
Road runnin', ain't no red lights, mmh
Now I'm jumpin' like Carter (Vince)
Now I'm jumpin' like the Carter
Home runnin' like I'm playin' for the Major League, ayy
Road runnin', ain't no red lights, mmh
Now I'm jumpin' like Carter
Now I'm jumpin' like the Carter
[Friyie]
They don't wanna see a youngin make it out, shit, make it out the slums
They don't wanna see a youngin make it out, shit, no way
They don't wanna see a youngin make it out, shit, make it out the slums
They don't wanna see a youngin make it out, no way
[F.I.L.A.]
Blessings, I learn my lessons through these intersections
Flexing, streets is watching, have to keep protection
Conceal the weapons, on them blocks, anybody can get it
The city where nothin' was nice, them corners where nothin' was given
To make it out was our only route, proceed with caution
Knew some niggas talkin' greazy 'fore the streets divorced 'em
And we lost 'em
Same year as rappers had Wraith for Austin
Wins and losses
Just the numbers, we ain't with the talkin'
No discretions, ain't no love in the West End
Growing up n the same blocks youngins was gettin' left in
Where they vanish every summer 'cause the place is full of gunners
I'm just stayin' above water 'til they try to pull me under
They hypnotized with hatred, always hatin' on the come-up
Even your friends'll snake you, motivated through the colors
Went from nickel diming the foreign whips, the seats reclining
Had to keep it quiet 'cause where I'm from, they move in silence
[Friyie]
They don't wanna see a youngin make it out, shit, make it out the slums
They don't wanna see a youngin make it out, shit, no way
They don't wanna see a youngin make it out, shit, make it out the slums
They don't wanna see a youngin make it out, no way
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