The Cycle

Thuggin' out, dropped out of school 10th grade By the parks where I went and shot my first K Slangin' raw, crackin' cards if you bank with chase On the Ave going hard, all we had was faith Yeah it hurt when I seen my dawg momma cry Like how I'm 'posed to tell your daughter that her daddy died? Yeah I'ma thug but all that blood left me traumatized Like I'ma load me up a slug, I'm thinking homicide But you told me keep it player nigga, keep it bool 9th grade we was fucking bitches, skipping school Put them crackers on a chase, I think we made the news Ran it up, we had to take them dubs and make 'em blue Made it happen, I ain't have to spin for it I jumped off the porch and I just went for it Yeah, my bitch got a bitch, I think she said she into it Mmm, I think she said she into it Made it happen, I ain't have to spin for it I jumped off the porch and I just went for it Yeah, my bitch got a bitch, I think she said she into it Mmm, I think she said she into it