The Life of an O.G.
When I was young,
I learned to fight,
with fists and bangs,
I joined a gang,
Life was rough,
but I learn to be tough,
and turn my back,
to all the whacks,
now all alone,
with all the load,
I try to lie,
but turned to cry,
my friends they left,
and my heart they theft,
and now I do time,
for doing their crime.
I learned to fight,
with fists and bangs,
I joined a gang,
Life was rough,
but I learn to be tough,
and turn my back,
to all the whacks,
now all alone,
with all the load,
I try to lie,
but turned to cry,
my friends they left,
and my heart they theft,
and now I do time,
for doing their crime.
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