Drug, drug dealing and love

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I was taught to get this shit on my own don't ask a nigga or bitch for shit and I'll be dammed if I had my hand out I'll cut it off first my moms and pops moved to Atlanta with my siblings for a better life me I had to stay back because this was where my money was at don't get me wrong me and pops straight but me I ain't eating off no nigga plate family or night I'm viewed hard headed which I am I grow up around drug dealers and money getters so wtf they think I'm supposed to be I'm a product of my environment I bang I'm out here in these streets but I ain't in the way I'm making one I'm on the block with dat work and a stick with a extended clip and I give a nigga all these bullets if they ever think they gone take from or try to play with me I ain't going I will send you to the lord because that's exactly where you going on foe nem grave think I'm Pussy come test me my pops told me it's was either eat or get at and I for damn sure wasn't about to get ate let's us pray