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From the walls of juvenile hall to Hawthorn elementary Thoughts of my past are like photographic memories Rocking talent shows, busting flows at assemblies And now that I'm grown you can still feel the energy It's been a long time coming Steady chasing mines, I spend a long time running This fake rap nigga spent a long time fronting But they girl's on my dick, she spend a long time sucking But sometimes we jumped niggas, sometimes we got jumped Sometimes we punked niggas, sometimes we got punked I was with Tory when a nigga hit his first blunt In 8th grade when a nigga had his first fuck Kicked out of class just from speaking out But they ain't know that my grandmom was drinking now And they ain't know that my uncle Charles was tweaking now Or how my real pops used to put the beatings out I wonder if he thought I was effective At 4 years old, the first time I was molested 13 years old, the first time I was arrested Just tried to see the world from my dad side perspective And I ain't tryna make you feel no pity Loved worldwide but hated on in my city And you ain't gotta like me but I guarantee you'll feel me Still begging for the Lord to forgive me SongtexteThis ain't no game, this is my life Injured but off of pain no worries, no strife Just look in my brain For old times sake Look at my pain For old times sake This ain't no game, this is my life Cruise in the left lane, switch to that right Just look in my brain Like a scar real deep, it takes time to heal My life flash like big bills cash Yeah, now walk into my world as I spit it Close your eyes and imagine all the verses that's vivid Feel the pain in my heart, that's the merge of my spirit Born black on this earth but you curse on the envy you see We all want a piece of that luxury 'Cause 40 and meal ain't gonna make us live comfortably Still having nightmares of my aunt's friend touching me That's I probably be cold to every woman that's loving me I still did things the G way Imagine being the only negro nino out in TJ 9 years old, fighting niggas that was quince Crazy in the head nigga, I don't give a pinche Now that exile is my DJ, a lot of expectations A lot of naysayers, man, a lot of niggas hating A lot of rap cats running up for confrontations Dropped a couple vinyls, now the whole world's waiting Just tryna keep my baby moms cool I pay child support but shit, you need a job, too And I ain't got no time to sit around and argue Keep your faith in me, I'll show you how the god do And I ain't tryna make you feel no pity Loved worldwide but hated on in my city And you ain't gotta like me but I guarantee you'll feel me Still begging for the Lord to forgive me This ain't no game, this is my life Injured but off of pain no worries, no strife Just look in my brain For old times sake Look at my pain For old times sake This ain't no game, this is my life Cruise in the left lane, switch to that right Just look in my brain Like a scar real deep, it takes time to heal My life flash like big bills cash For old times sake Aus Songtexte Mania