This is my story Oschino n***a
F**kin Early
You've been down too long
You've been holdin on
Wake up dreamer
You've been down too long
Muthaf**kas say that I'm foolish
To sell crack dropped out of school
And pushing that Buick wasn't f**king with music
And my pockets was low my mind wasn't right
My s**t was in shambles life was a gamble
No friends just my 38 snub with tape on the handle
No lights just to eat we had to see with a candle
Through the trials and tribulations I forged Satan
No heat had to sleep in the cold I was running out of patience
Dad's dead d**gs had Momma
Judge sentenced me with no comma
O bring drama like Osama Bin Laden
In the kitchen chopping and bagging the crumb
Coppin the wagon this is real s**t n***a not braggin
Where I'm from *z'll shoot at you
Not being in jail something new to you
Can't die who'll pay for your funeral
Life is unusual
Went from nothing to wearing Cartaire watches with the roman numerals
N***a
Walk with me y'all
From prison to prison jail to jail
Two years straight a n***a just survived off mail
You know *z hated me bullets penetrated me
Cops infotrated me f**k you *z say to me
I'm not on tour I got to smother the strip
Underdog my face ain't graced the cover of s**t
Been down too long like Mandela with apartheid
Slave with this cotton I was raised with this glock'n
Bout to start poppin like ozone to turbo
*z can't hurt O O s**t blazin
O been in hospital beds been in cages
O got bullet wounds stab wounds abrasions
Multiple contusions the boy not losing
The boy don't complain he just keep it moving
The boy can't quit he came to far with the music
You think you like me n***a I find that s**t amusing
I'ma tell you why it was f**ked up
It was f**ked up cause I had to hustle
No clown but forced to juggle
Concrete jungle skinny n***a no muscles
Quick to bust you like acne on faces of adolescence
Killed *z in front of *z just to send a message
Infa red circle ya knot rubber bands circled in knots
20 inches circle the drops begets circle the watch
*z in my circle successful we the ROC
We won't stop until every building collapse
Or until we can't rap cause our lunges collapse
Mean time licking shots like they stamps
Throw oil like Iraq since I was semen in the sack
Leaning in the Ac
Accura
I been bout it cock sucker you feel me
Do not step to me I'm awkward I shot lefty
And often my glock's testy
Put you on ice like Gretzky
With no skates just a suit and a casket
Family and friends flowers and pastor
It's the ROC you bastards
