Indeux Shabazz - Inducelife Folktale

Uh let me preach my nigga
Say we made it from the bottom
Ain't a reach my nigga
Could've been laid out in the
Streets my nigga
Or locked up no sleep my nigga
I ain't cocky bout my path
That's by no means
Sugar water babies
Tryna make it off a hoop dreams
Poppa was preacher
Mama was teacher
Best of both worlds
But I swear I had dupe dreams
In love wit da music and
I couldn't never let da day pass
On four way freestylin
Till night pass All night long
Then laugh at who flow trash
I was dupe But cousin be da goat fam
Grew up on House party class act
Da wood Fresh Prince Martin and
Dem boyz n the hood
Figure one day will
Make it out Da field
Nations Ford baby
I just wanna stay real

So much love in da city
Land of da gritty Roll up and sip slow
Til my ass get sleepy All my good ppl Done Dead and gone tryna figure out
How I last so long It goes One two To da fo People had enough had to give em some more
Had da dupe lumberjack with the hat To match Two dupe boys
Sitting in a cadillac

What happen to ya life
It was glory hallelujah
Now it's only money sex drugs
Nigga Use a loser
I was tripping I was tripping
Never started living
Consumed by a life
Parallel to a prison
Ya need to slow it down
Ya getting played out
Ya life been choose
And path laid out
Family really need ya
And you really a believer
Go ahead repent
Get yo ass in da house
To this life I won't leave
No regrets at all
Spent all my happy days
Praying I never fall
Best believe I'm a believer
Better yet I'm a seer
This life Only Got one judge dats all
So I'm gone live dis bitch
To da wheels fall off
Only giving good vibes
To da ppl involved
And we keep good
Smoke in them backwood
Good smoke in Dem backwood

All my good ppl done
Dead and gone
Tryna figure out
How I last so long
I got 99 problems
But a bitch ain't one
Source giving 5 mics
But I just need one
We still hustle till
The sun come up
Crack a 40 when
Da sun goes down
It's a cold winter

Shawty was good
Swear dat she the thickest
Baby I got all the game
Yea da Nfl ticket
I be all about my frankies
Stoney Jada Pickett
When it's time to set it off
Need a down queen wit it
Let's take a walk down
Memory lane We would call it puppy love But dat shit done change
Now them niggaz in there feelings
It don't hit da same Shawty blew up On niggaz u use Swear was lame
Bottle after bottle Wit da nigga Philly Jay Playing instrumentals
Bout back in da day
And Shawty down da street
Bout to risk it all
But it's kool cause her nigga
Wasn't shit at all
But ain't nothing like that 505
Bobbie was fool and it hurt
When you died So we put one in the Air for them good times
Reminisce till Da tears dry

All my good ppl done dead and gone
Tryna figure out how I last so long
Rockstar lifestyle might not make it
Sorry Mrs Jackson
I ain't mean to hurt ya baby
It be the truth every time
I Step in the booth
And I ain't tryna run
No game on you

Written by:
Derrick Crosby

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