Alaan - Real Life Story

Let me tell you bout this story
It's amazing
Young nigga trying make it
Off of patience
Hanging with them robbers on occasions
He the type to line it up won't take it
Careful how you talk to him
He anxious
On that long road he steady raging
Fucked all of his money up
That's why he always chase it
Lost a couple dogs
He drink liquor with no chaser
His dawg behind that wall
He say he eating with that razor
His aunt just passed away
And he don't know if he should cry
Know it's sad but safe to say
He always use to someone dying
Smoke his weeds to help his needs
He get high to get by
He just hope he get to see his guys
He be playing with them P's
Know he supposed to be in that league
He be toting on that nineteen
If they run up they going bleed
Say he a stand up guy
Even when he pray he ain't on knees
If he ever need a favor
He ain't never rude always saying please
When he was riding in them UU's
He was at the age fourteen
One hundred and forty hours
Of community service age sixteen
Graduated and went off to college
He was off the lean age seventeen
I wish I could rewind the time
I'd go back to summer sixteen
Say he went through some scales
Cut off some dead weight
Love the weed it do him good
In one hour he smoke a eighth
Thinking bout switching his hustle up
His brother selling crates
Uncle been a kingpin since eighty eight
Taught him how to cook it
Now he thinking wait
Not even thinking that's what I meant to say
Unc was sentenced to forty
Did twenty what he think he safe
Crazy your own family help you go that way
Told him either play ball work nine to fives
Or find a play
So he chose to move the weight
Let me tell you bout this story
It's amazing
Young nigga trying make it
Off of patience
Hanging with them robbers on occasions
He the type to line it up won't take it
Careful how you talk to him
He anxious
On that long road he steady raging
Fucked all of his money up
That's why he always chase it
Lost a couple dogs
He drink liquor with no chaser
His dawg behind that wall
He say he eating with that razor
His aunt just passed away
And he don't know if he should cry
Know it's sad but safe to say
He always use to someone dying
Smoke his weeds to help his needs
He get high to get by
He just hope he get to see his guys

Written by:
Jonathan Bell

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