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Full Lyrics:

I grew up Ite
two parents but I went outside
This little life of mine turnt into a life of crime
Gang wars drug entreprise its where we all thrive
who’s wins when the games based on sacrifice
Nuttin fly
Man will swallow crack but he won’t swallow pride
By 18 he probably end up dead but that’s just what it’s like
Was chilling with a lifer on the exercise told me when you go home best cherish time
I’m coming home at 59
I’m full we’ll lying if I tell him it gon be alright
Spit a 16 through his door were just killing time
My next door smokes B , he use to dot white
I asked why, he told it’s the pressures of this life
But We ain’t going out without a fight,
Took it on the chin I know I did it I ain’t sit in there and cry
Real n*gga but he smoking spice
Fighting a body with a new born won’t see her in a while

What don’t break a n*gga only make a n*gga
Was locked up in the summer down the block through winter
Praying for guidance when the lord knows I’m a sinner
My bros dead so when I blow it’s sweet bitter
But what don’t break a n*gga only make a n*gga
Last of dying of breed won’t find nobody realer
But what don’t break a n*gga only make n*gga
Little man don’t play the streets there’s no winner


New plug so I’m having it my own way
Getting em at 32, banging them at 48
Smile on my face going through that new money phase
When the moneys dirty there’s things you can’t anticipate
Out the blue donny caught a case then he caught a raid
I know he moves bait
I pray he don’t have my number saved
Looking for a new plug it’s been a couple days
I’m laying low im paranoid that’s money down the drain
That van parked outside my crib looks strange
I been taking hella Ls I blame them on the game
It’s time to recouperate
I sat in bandos where the nitties pinned up would their yutes would play
I’m conscious so I moved away
Where you plant your seeds today
You won’t get your fruit till later
Sssh hit the wrong vein
He was dead a hour later
It’s Unfortunate what n*ggas really do for paper
If what you go through don’t break ya then it’ll make ya

What don’t break a n*gga only make a n*gga
Was locked up in the summer down the block through winter
Praying for guidance when the lord knows I’m a sinner
My bros dead so when I blow it’s sweet bitter
But what don’t break a n*gga only make a n*gga
Last of dying of breed won’t find nobody realer
But what don’t break a n*gga only make n*gga
Little man don’t play the streets there’s no winner