Correction Paroles Go Time par Young Lito

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I said a young nigga stressed
My chain ain't the only real shit up on my chest
I'm gettin' sour looks, still a young nigga fresh
Double workin' overtime, but a young nigga blessed (amen)
And lately I don't know who to trust
It's just me, myself and I and we all doin' us
I'm just tryna stay alive with my hands out of cuffs
But when I ain't in the streets, then I feel out of touch
And I hear niggas talkin' foul when I'm out of town
Soon as I touch down, I don't hear a sound
Niggas ain't givin' mugs, niggas givin' pounds
Cause they know I won't hesitate to put 'em in the ground, for real
If you know me then you know the deal
And know what I'm goin' through then you know how I feel
I only got one gear, I don't know how to chill
Hov told me to relax, let's get to the mils
I will, but shit just got me upset
I lost my man and the cops treat me like I'm a suspect
And on Instagram and shit, I get enough threats
But they ain't bussin' no moves, just sendin' tough texts
Shit got my moms worried, this what she fear
Ds at the door, she yell I'm not there
Just like I'm still trappin', man, shit all weird
She don't want me out late, now she all scared
I be damned, mama, they know who I am, mama
Them boys food, I eat 'em just like your ham, mama
On Thanksgivin', toys on me, but ain't kiddin'
We been through worse, this shit light like Blake Griffin
There's no danger, R.I.P. Banga
Free the boy Ave, them crackers is tryna hang ya
Just watched the news, I see that they tryna blame ya
But you know how I play, I'm slidin' just like a Ranger
Cut the head off a snake, one grow in its place
Feelin' like the Black Mamba when he wore number 8
Nobody safe, it's no passes, just shootin'
Straight savage, and y'all lookin' like the Raptors
Again free T-Roy, but we're not alike
I'm more like Bruce Leroy, mixed with a D-Boy
And sho'nuff, your boy glowed up
Pressure make diamonds, and mine all froze up
It's no chucc
Ti-ti-time to put my cleats in the dirt
Gotta come off the bench and give niggas that work
I'm Tom Brady when Drew Bledsoe got hurt
Had to get out my feelings and get in my Birk (that's my bag)
Sorry for the delay, but I'm ready to play
Honestly, I was sick and had nothin' to say
Lost my girl and my homeboy in the same day
She came back and he can't, that's where the pain weigh
Rob told me don't rap it if it ain't from the heart (Rob Mark!)
But this shit from my soul, I wrote this in the dark
They tellin' me not to stop, yo I ain't even start
My life really a movie, man, this is a part
These other dudes is actors, this my real life
I never been a fraud, tell me what it feel like
Can't front, without bro, it don't feel right
But like a Harvard grad, my future is real bright
Cut the head off a snake, one grow in its place
Feelin' like Brady way before they knew he was great
But I won't deflate, it's no passes, just shootin'
Straight savage, and I'm ready for you bastards
It's go time

We in Banga Fresh's home
Young Lito man, next in charge, man

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