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Filastin in my bloodstream I got Jenin in my genes Look Even before I had a dollar to my name I wasn’t a poor man Left the house 16, pops said I had no chance Now I’m drawing floor plans, purchasing more land Retired dopeman that couldn't be programmed They romanticize the struggle I’m puzzled like ‘no ma’am’ The hustle almost killed me and most of my close fam I got 357s, and a .357 that won’t jam, I still whoop that ass, I throw hands Used to think you was the man, it’s all lies This industry is all swine, felt like I was hogtied Potato on the barrel for a small fry Black diamonds in the watch to remind me of the dark times No shine I was hiding in my dark mind Ready to die, I shed tears every March nine Uh, this feeling powerful I can’t express Ghosts from my past that I still can’t address Rolls-Royce Ghost private jets that I manifest Love seeing my Arab name on that manifest I did some sh*t that I’m ashamed of but I can’t regret I been high since nine-nine and I ain’t landed yet Hard life, G’s move quietly The K got the silencer on it, dark night, it’s on sight I lost the world kept my life that’s a small price Derrick Rose flow, God told me I could ball twice Started indie got major results No luck no horseshoes, still we ball like the Colts The culture turned to a cult, vultures opened the vault Don’t compare me to other rappers, that’s a f**king insult Van Nuys where I land fly Shanghai collar I ain’t popping ‘cause I’m anti- Mankind mama, bystander you should stand by Fake gang ties, you ain’t even from the same side, watch the gang slide, uh Sorry mama I was serving off the landline Stepped on work and still it blew up like a landmine Came from the dirt, survived the landslide Sipping ‘42 in the vert, feel like the franchise Uh, tell ‘em roll up the windows We could smell the murder in the air when the wind blows I got ten toes in the mud like a Flintstone We sold packs back when Soulja Boy sold ringtones Cold hearts, fire and brimstone Whole blocks suffering from Stockholm Syndrome People I’ve outgrown, cut ‘em out like a ingrown Tried to kick the gun and got shot in the shinbone Imagine tryna build a kingdom In the land of the free where you could die for ya’ skin tone Fresh off the boat if they could, they’d make us swim home In the field and we ain’t get to see the end zone Huh, I laugh to hold back tears ‘Cause I got a reason to live, now I hold that dear But please, don’t call it my comeback year I’m just tryna make enough to never come back here Yeah
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