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And it´s hard to keep yo´ eye on the prize, when you come out the trenches where niggas they don´t survive
Will I get a mil´ and put on for the team?
Will I see 18 and get to live out my dreams?

I´m startin´ to think I think too much
But my mama, she think I don´t think enough
But I´m startin´ to think that I think too much
But my mama believe I don´t think enough
Aye, aye

Young nigga and I come straight out the bottom
Where the younger niggas pistol poppin´
And that´s how we solve all they problems
And it kinda make me wonder “Will a nigga fall a victim?”
My brother hit for a chicken, I think somebody gon´ kill him
I think it´s best I give him this choppa while I tote a 30 rounds
I don´t pull over for coppers, I know how it´s goin´ down
Won´t shoot me with my hands up

‘Cause I´m young, black, and handsome and in this Phantom
Tryna get my bands up
Beast while in the streets but I´m still my grandma grandson
No remorse for me so I gotta keep my pants up
Beast while in the streets but I´m still my grandma grandson
No remorse for me so I gotta keep my pants up

It be hard to keep yo´ eye on the prize, when you come from the trenches where niggas they don´t survive
Will I get a mil´ and put on for the team?
Will I see 18 and get to live out my dreams?
I´m startin´ to think I think too much
But my mama, she think I don´t think enough
But I´m startin´ to think that I think too much

But my mama, she think I don´t think enough
Aye, aye

I don´t think enough
I don´t think enough
I don´t think enough

Sometimes it feel like nobody understand me
I´m tryna get moms a Bentley and get a mansion for granny
I got bigger problems than you bitch, I´m tryna feed my family
Everybody get mad, they can´t get a piece of the candy
Can´t make everybody happy, they feel like I´m doin´ ‘em dirt
Was sippin´ lean and smokin´ purp, just tryna calm down my nerves

Everyday somebody else face end up on a shirt
So the shit won´t work, I think I need to go to church
Instead I´m thuggin´ and robbin´ and hangin´ with all of the goblins
Mama said go to school but I was hangin´ in the projects
Can´t think in math class ‘cause ain´t no money in my wallet
Can´t even go to lunch ‘cause ain´t no crunch in my pocket

And it´s hard to keep yo´ eye on the prize, when you come from the trenches where niggas they don´t survive
Will I get a mil´ and put on for the team?
Will I see 18 and get to live out my dreams?
I´m startin´ to think I think too much

But my mama, she think I don´t think enough
But I´m startin´ to think that I think too much
My mama, she think I don´t think enough
Aye