Truu Tha Goon - Black sheep (Freestyle)

I said my family got me so gone, even when I'm living right they still treat me wrong
So that's why I'm the black sheep, had to run them plays in the streets like an athlete
Praying to the God that them folks don't shackle me
Knowing that they lurking and the devil might be after me
Had to get a job assurance claims on catastrophes
When my dad died, man that shit was a tragedy
Then my mama died, shit I felt like I lost half of me
Thinking in my head, asking God, am I the man to be
To go and sell this half a key and go to work
Every week, and get paid on that Friday, so I know it's guaranteed
Gotta work hard in this life to live struggle free
Got two kids but still ain't nobody helping me (hell nah)
Every time I need something I gotta pay, it's not for free
Now I'm moving pieces around the board like Monopoly
I'm putting niggas here and there, so ain't no stopping me
God said I'm gone shine while my parents watching me
I was supposed to play football, but I chose to run the streets
Don't think cause I got a job, I ain't with the beef
But it's too much black on black violence up in these streets
Trying to make something change, I'm feeling like Obama B
Trying to raise my kids and have them growing up with commas B
I'm trying to change my present cause my past keep on haunting me
Lord forgive me for my sins, I'm just trying to win
And Lord knows I'ma sell my soul for Benjamins
This about to blow, I'ma let you know I treat your bitch like a gas station
I pump her and I go on my solo, shit I ain't need no group to get dough
I remember hard times when I was sleeping on the floor
I had to get my ass up, go and pull a kick doe
Put a nigga out his house, living with a nympho
She was all about her bread, so I had to pimp the hoe (I did)
No fake shit off the head, no toupee
I'ma paint this picture clear like a fucking blu-ray
Niggas worried about a bitch, but bitch nigga is you paid
I had that bando jumping I made two racks every two days
Not a big gun totter, I'ma stick with that tray8
Run up in your house, where you niggas think you safe
I brought Chucky with me cause this ain't child's play
Not today nigga, not today nigga
Came with them goonies, we gon' spray nigga

Written by:
Terrence Hill

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