Ronnie Stacks - Intro

Young nigga stayed round them Ogs that's how i grew up
I been learned the game so as a jit i got my blues up
Bring shorty out to 5 star ,rich folks tryna excuse us
They aint heard about me but i got more a than a few bucks
Everyday was outside, hoopin we was coolin
Now niggas steady stressin bout the bread and how we do shit
Remember back when i could walk outside fully clueless
Now i got sum clout so a nigga cant move stupid
Heard about what happened to that kid i hope he rest in peace
Nigga yea we all been feelin that, tears of the streets
Thinkin bout my pain everyday, cryin every week
But baby i push through this my life, shit aint for the weak
Say the free the penitentiary
And free the fuckin streets
Tryna stack up to the trees
That shit feel make believe
Facetime she got too many messages i pressed decline
Cant waste time been in my bag, dawg im in my prime
Big stunna, all this money legal know the feds watchin
You either shoot or pass the ball those ya only options
Bitch i went and shot it
I aint never looked back
Now im planning hopefully to do sum shows back to back
This the intro, intro to this life, intro to my struggle
Imma show u how i lost so many times but still hustle
Then i got the chance got the ball and i aint ever fumble
Started getting triple doubles no nigga aint talkin Russell
Niggas used to love me in the hood, they say i switched up
I guess they dont wanna see a young nigga thats runnin up
Been feelin like im jay critch all i do is get bucks
Beefin wit the fam but granny she always clutched up
You know i'll always love her
RIP my grandad, i gotta be there for her
Brodie need help wit the kids, he know im there for him
Aint see big cuz but everytime he always praisin us
Those the niggas that im raisin up
Any circumstance they still tried, never gave it up
Ever since big cuz startin stackin, i started savin up
Me and cuz we stuck together, back when they all hated us
Now its jus that fake love
Now we movin on a different time, different mindset
Almost told them niggas what i did, nevermind that
Too many mistakes up in my past i cant rewind that
Now its love and family and wherever the bag at
Young nigga stayed round them Ogs that's how i grew up
I been learned the game so as a jit i got my blues up
Bring shorty out to 5 star, rich folks tryna excuse us
They aint heard about me but i got more a than a few bucks
Everyday was outside, hoopin we was coolin
Now niggas steady stressin bout the bread and how we do shit
Remember back when i could walk outside fully clueless
Now i got sum clout so a nigga cant move stupid
Beautiful Scars
Beautiful Scars
This the intro, intro to my life, intro to my struggle
Imma show you how i lost so many times but still hustle
Beautiful Scars
Beautiful Scars
Imma show you how i lost so many times but still hustle

Written by:
Ronel Ortega

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