Stories Lyrics

It ain't easy to get a piece of mind lately
Bunch of grown ass men, little crybabies
They wanna live like me, with their hands out
But ain't shit free
I started with a half ounce
I worked miracles with that bag
I seen killers turn snitch, when shit go bad
I don't wanna make my little girl miss her dad
So much work in the car I hadn't pissed my pants
We was right in Wyoming, about to pass Cheyenne
Two unmarked cars on our ass
Shit's crazy, real d-boy stories
I remember being broke, we don't live past 40 these days

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