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[Intro: Tiny Boost, ?] [?] when we rep it's time to shoot 'Cause I'm out here, I'm banging at youts Job done when I bang out- [?] and get a mindshot After the trap, still hollering at J Catch me beating a jezzie with a nine on my waist Hello Tiny Boost, my name is Jane We just need to get to know a little bit more So when you're ready, tell us about your story Yeah, yeah [Verse] Fumes from them crack pipes Stepping over dope needles You know you're scarred for life, when the image won't leave you You ever sat parole, knowing they ain't gon' free you? As for my dead niggas, don't know when I'm gon' see you Cah, I done did it All out there Shit I risked it all out there Praying to the most, I, Lord know that's all I fear Tiny Boost, you the realest Yeah, yeah That's all I hear What about all my niggas? Can't forget that we was all out there Really going hard on that trap shit You got a pack, I got a pack shit You got a strap, I got my strap shit You got my back, I got your back shit Everything I preach, you know I put into my practice I ain't have no mummy money Had to get that bloody money Talking straight out that dirt Yeah that real muddy money Legend in these streets, your favourite rapper ain't got nuttin' on me Day and night on that block, saw the reaper coming for me Why you think I had it on me? I weren't tryna go that day Niggas caught a case on fold, nah I couldn't go that way Back to the wall, standing straight, you know the soldier way Numb to the pain, it's like my heart filled with novocaine I don't feel the love no more Bitch on my dick, and I don't even wanna fuck no more Shit ain't even fun no more I'm tryna eat, I don't wan' sell these drugs no more I wan' peace, I don't wanna own my gun no more But, fuck niggas been talkin' 'bout killing me Faker niggas hating 'cause these niggas can't get rid of me Seriously, niggas will never be as real as me My state of minds state of military Differently Darg I'm on some different type of time Niggas ain't my kind That's why you don't see them by my side It's fucked cah them used to be my guys And shit, I'm still surprised at all the things that I survived But I'ma, ride until I die And get, high off this ganja Can't stand my boys cah they can't recognise my hunger Probably drill rap, if I was couple years younger But I'm OG, from the top of my ends, to the tips of both feet And I'm tryna get a M, so I rarely go sleep These niggas ain't solid G, they built so weak And they're moving like sheeps Word to Little Bo Pete I got niggas in that jam that I can't even go see Uh, Younger on a 30 rec Lucky on a 32 TM got a 36 Little Brantz birded too Termz gone, Taz gone Sykez, he got murdered too If you was me, and I was you, shit you'd be hurting too Real niggas from my hood You ain't know we lost a few I could name a few more, but the points already proved I'm, O so official Uh, money not an issue Remember when I spent my last stack to get a pistol Shit was kinda cheap True, it probably had a body on I can't even speak on where I got it from Me and fuckboys never got along I'm a problem don't nobody want Sneak diss me, I cannot respond 'Cause I ain't really with this rapping I'm just tryna make something happen 'Cause if it ain't slanging or banging It's [?] time hanging Rope around your neck Might as well set it shoot to death Matter of fact, that's what I overcome All the shit I bust case for that I done I'm grateful I tell myself, don't let that money change you And through all that bullshit, you must remain you 'Cause look at what it came to We was near enough eating from the same spoon Now we can't even be up in that same room Fuck niggas [Outro: Tiny Boost, ?] Yeah Tiny Boost SN1 Street Dreams Wow (You know how it is) Thank you for sharing your story I'm gonna... get my notes together, and I'll buck you in... let's say, at the end of the year?