.My home boy got life, gettin hard for me to look at em
Feelin like it's my fault, judge throw tha book at em
His momma call me son, his sista call me brotha
We was eighteen gettin it, chevys all colours
Super far from a sucka, he aint neva tuck his tail
On the east of Atlanta giv.
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