10-20-life by Trick Daddy
Chorus)
This for the boys that? s on the grind/
Servin bids and doin crime/
Stuck in the pen and doin time/
Facin 10, 20, Life/
(Verse 1)
Make ways of the 90? s/
Babies havin babies (Babies havin babies)/
N*****s dyin young/
Boy this s**t crazy/
You got drugs and guns/
But a n***a need them/
Prospect for a jack/
Then you can squeeze them/
To his head/
Left him deader than a doorknob/
Chose to rob/
He should have got a muthaf****n job/
His kids left without a pops/
Cuz he got shot/
His mama struggle every 5/
Now she slangin her car/
Probably lost full cost/the bills are late/
S****y diapers on her babies/
And they haven? t ate/
So she flex/catch a date/its her duty though/
She never h*? d but it? s the only way to go/
She turned a trick/got a bare buck/food to eat/
The bills are due in one week/so she? ll be back on the street/
She get a check/but that ain? t s**t but the f****n rent/
And food stamps in the wind/that ain? t s**t to spend/
Oldest child is her son in the 7th grade/
And he? ll just be turning 12 on his birthday/
A small boy with a brain to make a good life/
But he don? t sleep at night/
So he can? t function right/
Sister needin a crib/
He gots to pull through/
Quit school/snatched a book/and hit for grands too/
He was in love wit school/now they won? t let him back/
He started hangin with the boys/now he slangin crack/
He got this young girl pregnant/what she gon do/
Have a baby hope his daddy don? t die too/
The young n****? s in the county on the 10th floor/
Jumped out and roped him with a little dope/
His first charge so they gave him house arrest/
He better chill/cuz he don? t know the prison next/
He left his crib one night/went out hangin out/
He wasn? t home when the c******s came by the house/
Now he up the road in Broward wit a year to do/
Now he wildin? already doin his whole two/
His little shorty bout to walk/soon to talk/
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