Hip-hop

knowin where i come from u would think dat i wuz a no good blown of dum dum but at me im standid straight wit my head held high b4 my homied died, he said dream towards sa sky so that exactly wat ima do make my dream come true don’t judge me because you don’t know what i been threw i been in jail, i’ve been robbed i’ve had a homie shot up on the block from a punk ass holdin a glock kick his ass when we playin wit da rock i ran away one day promisin i would neva turn back but hear i am again like it was an attack once you in you can’t get out das why u gots homies dat know wat it’s about dat been threw the same shit that you been threw run in’s, dey had a couple of few but no matter what you gotta stay true