Lyrics

When I blow up
They gone say they all supported
Wasn't with me
When the connect had a shortage
Told you back then
I was running with a drum
Having warrant's pretty normal
Where I'm from
Mama used tell me 
Boy you won't make twenty-one 
Mama used tell me 
Boy you won't make twenty-one 
My father used to tell me
That it's more safe with a gun
My father used to tell me
That it's more safe with a gun
My brother did a nickel in the joint
Know some other's
That did twenty and on point
I don't count my county time
I had a strap 
**** know I'm crazy 
If I point out you get waked 
Riding with my OG's
I was always in the back
If this lac window roll down farther
Yhall ain't coming back...
I still remember when I got to hold a mac
I was smiling like my babysitter
Told me wash her back
Say he caught a body
But he never caught the shake's
I know that he flogging bout it
Yhall just let him skate...
Had chevy's had choppa's
Had bae's worth a couple a million
If we counting backpay 
When I blow up
They gone say they all supported
Wasn't with me
When the connect had a shortage
Told you back then
I was running with a drum
Having warrant's pretty normal
Where I'm from
Mama used tell me 
Boy you won't make twenty-one 
Mama used tell me 
Boy you won't make twenty-one 
My father used to tell me
That it's more safe with a gun
My father used to tell me
That it's more safe with a gun
They gone say I sold my soul
Never hated never told
I'm the greatest but unknown
They gone hate me when I'm on
How I make it to the top
Gave it everything I got
When I started had the bottom with me
Now it's just the rock
Every chain I'm finna cop
Gone say penalty and box
If you showed me yo true colors
Way before this then you blocked
I pick mud over blood 
If we was then it stopped 
I don't got no time to bicker with you
About what I got
When I blow up
They gone say they all supported
Wasn't with me
When the connect had a shortage
Told you back then
I was running with a drum
Having warrant's pretty normal
Where I'm from
Mama used tell me 
Boy you won't make twenty-one 
Mama used tell me 
Boy you won't make twenty-one 
My father used to tell me
That it's more safe with a gun
My father used to tell me
That it's more safe with a gun
Written by: John A. Harvey
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