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I went from not having shyt,

like rags to riches to baggin

bitches and sniping snitches.

I was the first one on the block

selling the rock, till the shyt

got hot.

being chased down the alley,

fukking feds bagged me.

now my life is all fukked up in a

penitentiary cell.

I went from not having nothing to everything

then straight to hell.

Caught up in this life trying to make a quick

Dolla

Niggaz that said they were my boys, never come

through to holla.

waiting for my grandma's SSI check to get money for

commissary.

I sit and reflect, like shyt was this  all really

necessary.

I had little kids looking up to me, wanting to do what

I do.

I fukked up their life too.

instead of being a good example.

I was showing them how to sample.

make sure the work is raw, and legit

not counterfeit.

Taught them how to bag and distribute ya-yo

so yeah yo,

my life was all fukked up trying to get fast money,

fast honey's, fast cars.

I wanted to be like a rap star.

But now what Can I do for my seed while I'm behind bars?

I guess society was right when they said I was never

gonna be shyt.