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[Hook]
Fresh from out of a zone where they don’t like to speak my name
Its like Voldemort, they all endorse the brain but they are so afraid of change
And I am the poster child for strange, shackled up with a fuck load chains
What the fuck these rappers know bout pain?
I done seen some things
I done seen some things
I done seen some things
I done seen some

[Verse 1]
Mother fuck social structure, I'm a postal going buzzer
I'm a go sucker punch any Usher looking motherfucker
That’s tryna confess me something, Won't you bet me something?
Thinking dog I bet we hustling harder than the hardest junction
The two dope boys and a dope fiend rushing
Whats the motto of a scratch off ticket and a 3 buck lotto?
Nobody gone see us wallow in the field of indo
My kinfolk swallow everything from Klonopin, to Xanax bars
To Roxy 30’s
And all of these cops be dirty
So I don’t trust none one you got me?
I heard he was speaking on my name

[Bridge]
Well let me tell you the truth
I ain't nothing like how no saint be, I'm just doing right by these youth
And I ain't nothing like no Jay-Z, I'm just doing right by these booths
And I ain't ever been one to pray to God, I just pray to God I let loose

[Verse 2]
So sick of feeling disconnected
Every day I wake up pissed feeling misdirected
You ever been lost like you didn’t know the reason you was still here?
And you getting flash backs of the wheel chair
Sedated in the hospital, barely made it past one of life's obstacles
Put a whole lot of strain on my opticals
I need to stop I'm in a toxic hold
And shit I'm feeling like my pops disowned me
At least that’s what it feel like when you stop by your homie crib
And you the only kid whose pops ain't there to talk baseball, fuck this man I hate y'all
I was spending way too much time in my room with the 8 ball, bumping that 8 ball
Tryna find a way to come up making late calls, I was just worried bout a dollar fuck a state law
Wait up! My homie had a plug with the xanax (ooo tell me about it)
One of his stings popped 20 at a time and he panicked
(I hope he ain't tell nobody about it) and he didn’t
But something feel wrong about the song when I only tell
One side of the story
My sister made a call from a rehab phone, when she asked
What I was doing
I said “chilling”, I was sipping on a 40
Selling pills out the side of my Maxima
Damn. I deserve to have my knee caps blown
I never really seen cash tho
And I resented all the times she had relapsed so I was
Out here
And my pops shot himself in the crib that I sleep in
And my momma wonder why the fuck I had to move out
And I barely come by on the weekends, I was just tryna maintain

[Bridge]
All eyes on the truth
I ain't nothing like how no saint be, Im just doing right by these youth
And I ain't nothing like no AZ, Im just doing right by these booths
And I ain't ever been one to pray to God, I just pray to God I let loose
On a 16, drop this dope

[Hook]
Fresh from out of a zone where they don’t like to speak my name
Its like Voldemort, they all endorse the brain but they are so afraid of change
And I am the poster child for strange, shackled up with a fuck load chains
What the fuck these rappers know bout pain?
I done seen some things
I done seen some things
I done seen some things
I done seen some

[Verse 3: Rittz]
Papa left us, Mama worked
We would steal dollar bills right up out the purse
Another child in search of some kind of structure
Fuck school smoking we behind the dumpster
Taking guns to school, they tried to ban on me
They thought my family problems had damaged me
Look at the mantle, we looked so happy then
We were just acting for the camera, cheese
There’s no sanity
Young teenagers growing up in the burbs of Atlanta
We were so pissed off talking shit with weapons on us
Fist fights turn into an amputee
With no broken noses
Suicidal teenagers, overdoses
Hit so close to home but we ain’t even try to show we notice
Trying to act grown up wearing shoulder holsters
Dude from out of town trying to okie doke us
You get punked at Kroger for bumping shoulders
Get punched lose your motherfucking fronts to mollers
Wake up and notice all your drugs are stolen
While the malls full of middle class cunts with strollers
We was outside chilling in the parking deck
Selling coke to a dude up in the Mustang Cobra
He done did too much and had a heart attack
That ain’t my fault is it?
Maybe I lost vision in my eyeball
I'm lost, bye mom, wishing
Hoping my pop visit, but he didn’t
Now I’m getting into trouble, I’m a time bomb ticking
Homie I’m not living but I’m breathing though
You say you disagree but to each his own
I wanna see you put my sneakers on
It ain’t a prophecy no more, its like I’m talking on a speaker phone
Its like a dead body decomposed your nose can’t ignore it
And he can’t stand, can't damn, can’t afford it
And he god damn friends ain’t there no more
But your still gone and you don’t plan to land in orbit
Xanax and loratabs numb the pain
This is real life, mother fuck hunger games
Homie I done did and seen a ton of things
This is Rittz and Caskey Cash Money/Strange and get killed

[Caskey]
I done seen some things
I done seen some things
I done seen some things
I done seen some

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