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I don't see jail bars cause the crackas cant hold me Put my pain on a beat got Trap bars Ya heard me They labels us low lives but real scholars In person You can Judge me all ya want but only God can judge me I had a fucked up childhood growing up your honor They took our Daddy's out our homes and gave us WIC your honor They took the jobs away from us and gave us bricks your honor They turned our Moma's into basers wit no problem your honor Grandma told me be a leader don't be no motherfucking follower Always had my own mind so I ain't bother to follow I don't know where I'd be with out my Grandma your honor Me and Grandma relationship was like Kanye and Donda Only sold drugs to others refuse to destroy my own people If you aint never seen a brick of cocaine then we ain't equal They ain't have no sand box growing up where we stayed I ain't play wit kids my age I played wit cocaine They tore the park down and barely gave us a swing I Never swerve in and out I'm always in my own lane Only time I swerve in and out is when I'm beating her frame I'm Kelow Ronens your honor named after cocaine I don't see jail bars cause the crackas cant hold me Put my pain on a beat got Trap bars Ya heard me They labels us low lives but real scholars In person You can Judge me all ya want but only God can judge me I don't see jail bars cause the crackas cant hold me Put my pain on a beat got Trap bars Ya heard me They labels us low lives but real scholars In person You can Judge me all ya want but only God can judge me I took a deep breath got up and did it myself I was cooling I ain't expire just was sitting on the shelf Better go find you a plug and go invest in yaself Put yo trust in ya grind and nobody else Put yo faith in yo hustle put yo heart on the shelf Had to let a few niggas go all I though I love'em to death Let my cup runneth over everything In my cup is for myself And you can have the extras of all what's left The light bill low the gas high the rent sky high The dope re compressed the joogs can't even get high Don't compare me to the rest cause they ain't nothing like this Them other niggas cool but they don't even be talkin bout shit All they do is brag about they new outfit and its dripping Only thing dripping round here Is some pussy round dis bitch At 11 I vowed never be a fuck nigga your honor I'm Kelow Ronens named after cocaine your honor I don't see jail bars cause the crackas cant hold me Put my pain on a beat got Trap bars Ya heard me They labels us low lives but real scholars In person You can Judge me all ya want but only God can judge me I don't see jail bars cause the crackas cant hold me Put my pain on a beat got Trap bars Ya heard me They labels us low lives but real scholars In person You can Judge me all ya want but only God can judge me
Writer(s): Keron Enslow Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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