[Verse: Shiloh Young & Cordae]
Alright, look, I said, I said
When I was nine, that's my first time I held a 9
Put it on God, man, that must've been a sign
[Verse: Shiloh Young & Cordae]
Alright, look, I said, I said
When I was nine, that's my first time I held a 9
Put it on God, man, that must've been a sign
Cause my mother, she was strippin', she was always on his mind
While her boyfriend, he was pimpin', he ain't have a lot of time
So he showed me where it was and showed me how to work it
Just in case a nigga run up in this bitch, gotta murk him
Thirteen, I was servin', nigga, fifteen persons
Nigga, tryna be a cocaine cowboy, Michael Irvin
Nigga, sixteen, I was deep up in the trenches, hoppin' fences
Round that time they gave my boy a life sentence
But I still ain't learn, nigga, I was tryna burn niggas
Tryna put somebody in the grave or a urn, nigga
Seventeen, police whooped my ass just for bein' Black
No talkin' silent, guys give up, where's the free in at?
Seen my uncle in the prison, shit, now it's me and that
Couldn't break the cycle, like recycle, they wan' see us back
Eighteen, lions, tigers, bears, I was livin' with 'em (Mm)
Went to prison with 'em, doin' business with 'em
I'm twenty-one, my cellmate been down for thirty-five
He just tryna see the sun before he gotta die
So why would I go and cry? Got another passion (Bitch)
You don't know the struggle, so you wouldn't understand
Cause in my book, my mama raised a man
Cause I could've snitched on the beat to get me out the can
But I could tell you what I seen or what I lived, it's up to you
Or let my brother tell the story from a bird's-eye view
[Vers: Shiloh Young & Cordae]
Okay, se, jeg sagde, sagde jeg
Da jeg var ni, det er min første gang, jeg holdt en 9
Sæt det på Gud, mand, der skal have været et tegn
Fordi min mor, hun var strippin, hun var altid på hans sind
Mens hendes kæreste, han var pimpin ', har han ikke meget tid
Så han viste mig, hvor det var og viste mig, hvordan man arbejdede det
Bare i tilfælde af en nigga løber op i denne tæve, skal du murke ham
Tretten, jeg var servin ', nigga, femten personer
Nigga, tryna være en kokain cowboy, Michael Irvin
Nigga, seksten, jeg var dybt op i trencherne, hoppin 'hegn
Runde dengang de gav min dreng en livsdom
Men jeg er stadig ikke at lære, nigga, jeg var tryna brænde niggas
Tryna sætte nogen i graven eller en urn, nigga
Sytten, politiet whooped min røv bare for bein 'sort
Ingen Talkin 'Silent, Guys giver op, hvor er den gratis ind på?
Set min onkel i fængslet, lort, nu er det mig og det
Kunne ikke bryde cyklen, som recycle, de wan 'se os tilbage
Atten, løver, tigre, bjørne, jeg var livin 'med' em (mm)
Gik til fængsel med dem, doin 'business med dem
Jeg er enogtyve, min cellekammerat har været nede i tredive fem
Han trynder bare på solen, før han skal dø
Så hvorfor ville jeg gå og græde? Fik en anden lidenskab (tæve)
Du kender ikke kampen, så du ikke forstår
Forårsage i min bog, min mor rejste en mand
Fordi jeg kunne have snitched på beat for at få mig ud af dåsen
Men jeg kunne fortælle dig, hvad jeg så eller hvad jeg boede, det er op til dig
Eller lad min bror fortælle historien fra en fugleperspektiv