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I cant say goodbye
To the the blocks
That raise me
The enemies
And the homies
That made me
Tough enough
To hang on
The corners
That would moul me
Critics wonder
If I'm tryna be
The old me
But if the thing
The old me ever left
Then they
Don't really know me
And don't know
We don't change
We just become OG
You always addicted
To the life
You just don't OD
I owe the streets
Before they owe me
Took me in when
My Moma didn't want me
To wild to be a child
And cops
Not around now
All I got now
Is the homies
To teach me
How to be a man
In what not
How to brake ounces
In the grams
The reason
I'm so nice
With my hands
Shit
You think
I forgot, man
To the the blocks
That raise me
The enemies
And the homies
That made me
Tough enough
To hang on
The corners
That would moul me
Critics wonder
If I'm tryna be
The old me
But if the thing
The old me ever left
Then they
Don't really know me
And don't know
We don't change
We just become OG
You always addicted
To the life
You just don't OD
I owe the streets
Before they owe me
Took me in when
My Moma didn't want me
To wild to be a child
And cops
Not around now
All I got now
Is the homies
To teach me
How to be a man
In what not
How to brake ounces
In the grams
The reason
I'm so nice
With my hands
Shit
You think
I forgot, man
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