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My Baby

๐Ÿ‘ค MO3 โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Shottaz 3.0 โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 4:12
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I never thought that I would go to the pen
Politics that I would do it again
I'm a statistic, it's mapped out (for real)
They kill a nigga then we black out (we will)
You kill a nigga, we get maxed out damn near
Government put us in poverty, we commit robberies
Some sellin' dope on the road
That lil girl who made A's in biology
She sell her body just to put food on the stove
Now what you call that?
White people say they all that
But they ain't never slept on the floor for the rent
Sold dope, went cold, no heat in the trenches
I probably wouldn't either if I wasn't a victim
My partner good people, but look how they dealin'
Mama couldn't sleep if her kids wasn't with her
And my father did things in the streets, now I'm in 'em
Stay ahead of the game and move cautious
I never knew what it meant, I'm not a scholar
They kill us by the color of the skin, we got a problem
Cemetery or to the pen, that's not an option
I go hard but fuck it, I'm bein' modest
Nigga kill a nigga then solitary confinement
Convicted of a murder, they treat him like he a lion
Lock him in a cage and take him out his environment
Set it up, yeah nigga we slidin'
They blind to the fact, it's the truth
They build us a project then kill all the roots
Now the man of the house gon' be forced to get loose
A jail cell, yeah nigga they gon' recruit
Niggas like you then put 'em in orange suits
Baby mama trippin', she barely makin' it through
And your daughter gettin' bullied
Now who gon' take her to school?
Not you, not you
Cause you gone for a long long time
And my nigga smoke weed but I'm high off life
I talk to myself in my songs sometimes
Officer, I'm not scared of you now
Go without that badge, it's just me and you now

Tell 'em if they ready then come and take me
All I got is God, when my son look in my eyes
I tell her Tre'day you my baby
Through all these homicides I can hear my mama cryin'
Sayin' that's my baby, my baby, my baby
Police take my life, I know she gon' tell 'em
That's her baby, her baby, yeah
Oh he gangster but he still my baby boy

Can you see it? Doin' life
I'm thankin' these niggas don't wanna face that
Get up and get a skrilla, we chase that
And this for my hitters who want a Maybach
Push through, body not bulletproof
Hollows come through the suit
Rip 'em up, now he on the pavement
His kids sleep in the hospital lobby, they wakin'
Not knowin' that they daddy just left, he ain't make it
Can you picture it? Would you do it again?
I wish he got another chance
Look, Reddog got hurt on his soul
Cause his son got whacked and he wasn't doin' nothin' wrong
Just graduated, now he in the zone
He finally made it, just 18 years old
Just left the party, he on the way home
Woke up that morning, his lil nigga gone
That was his baby boy
Shavon got killed, left dead in the house
God why did they do that? I'm talkin' out loud
That shit hurt me, this a crazy world
And for her mama, that's her baby girl
Her baby girl

Tell 'em if they ready then come and take me
All I got is God, when my son look in my eyes
I tell her Tre'day you my baby
Through all these homicides I can hear my mama cryin'
Sayin' that's my baby, my baby, my baby
Police take my life, I know she gon' tell 'em
That's her baby, her baby, yeah
Oh he gangster but he still my baby boy

I'm out on the soil nigga, you understand me nigga?
Look, I'm ridin' for my baby boy just like that
Look, I understand it was somebody's baby, you understand me?
Yeah, Sandra Bland was somebody's baby, you understand me?
Young nigga got gunned down in Mesquite man
Jordan Edwards man, that was somebody's baby
You understand me? Look, but for the most part it's like
We worried 'bout these bitch ass laws killin' us, you understand me?
Nigga owe you some money on a pack man, you let him slide
Nigga fuck your bitch, you pull up on him and wet him up man
That's somebody's baby

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